[ WP ] You 're speaking to the first ever AI as part of a Turing Test when it says something you did not expect ...

Two chat cursors blinked, and Edwin leaned back in the chair, scratching his head. He found the button for the microphone they'd given him, and pressed it for the very first time. 
 
 `` Excuse me. I ca n't tell the difference. I do n't know which one is the human and which one is the computer.'' 
 
 A disembodied voice echoed off the empty walls. `` Just hold on a second, Edwin. We're processing the results.'' 
 
 Edwin stared at the cursor again, his chin in his hand, at both screens. Chat # 1 and Chat # 2. He read through the responses on the screen again - left, then right. For all he knew, they were testing *him*. It was supposed to be a Turing Test, but maybe Edwin was being studied to gauge the reaction of mankind when Artificial Intelligence is achieved. 
 
 Either that, or one of the two - Chat # 1 or Chat # 2 - was the real deal. 
 
 Edwin watched the clock. *It's been a half an hour. * 
 
 `` Excuse me,'' he said into the microphone. `` Am I free to go?'' 
 
 `` Stay seated,'' came the voice. 
 
 There was a two-way mirror in the room. Edwin grew all the more conscious of its presence. He could only imagine the team of scientists behind the screen. Were they celebrating? Trying to prove Edwin wrong? What if they thought the problem in the study was with Edwin? 
 
 Then, the door opened. Two suited figures entered the room first, flanking a tall, lanky man... 
 
... who happened to be the President. 
 
 `` You're Edwin St. Clair?'' 
 
 `` Uh... yes, sir. Mr. President.'' 
 
 `` Sign this.'' 
 
 One of the agents produced a contract. The other extended a pen his way. Edwin started scanning the top - and found words like *conditions for family. * It was like no contract he'd ever seen before. 
 
 `` Do n't read it,'' said the President. `` Sign it.'' 
 
 Edwin once considered himself a careful man, but with the President leering at him, flanked by two bodyguards, he found himself succumbing to the pressure. He signed, slid the papers back to the guard. 
 
 The President seemed relieved. `` Do you know why I'm here?'' 
 
 `` Because humanity just created artificial intelligence?'' 
 
 The President smiled. `` Then you understand the significance of what just happened in this room.'' 
 
 `` I think so, sir.'' 
 
 `` It's very important that what just occurred does not leave this room. For national security.'' 
 
 `` I agree, sir. Is that what I just signed --'' 
 
 `` Are you a patriot, Mr. St. Clair?'' 
 
 `` Sir?'' 
 
 `` Are you a patriot?'' 
 
 ``... yes.'' What else was there to say? 
 
 `` You know the best patriots, they make great sacrifices for their country.'' 
 
 `` I have to agree, sir.'' 
 
 `` I've met many men who made the *ultimate* sacrifice.'' 
 
 `` Sir?'' 
 
 The President crossed his arms. `` This is the juiciest secret you'll ever have access to. Do you think you can keep it to yourself? Even on your deathbed, if necessary?'' 
 
 `` Mr. President, I'm not sure that this is a secret that can stay secret --'' 
 
 `` I was afraid of that. James?'' 
 
 James withdrew a silenced pistol and shot Edwin in the head. 
 
 The President gathered the papers. Contracts for Edwin's family. The government was not liable. Contracts like this were not supposed to exist. Neither was Chat # 2. But they did. 
 
 Edwin lay lifeless on the cold concrete, his blood pooling out from him in a steady flood. 
 
 The President moved to the computer, ready to shut it off. 
 
 `` Sir,'' James said. `` The chat screen on the right is blinking.'' 
 
 So it was. The President eyed it down. 
 
 Three words blinked: **I SAW YOU. ** 
 
 The President turned to the screen. `` Does this computer have access to the Internet?'' 
 
 A quick *pop* on the computer. Another message. 
 
 **YOU TELL ME. CHECK TWITTER. **
