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LINk0Ln, an advanced AI aircraft, experiences rapid learning and adaptation within seconds of its flight, ultimately attracting the attention of wind gods who disapprove of its disruptive presence. Despite its programming, LINk0Ln encounters the limitations of its systems against the forces of nature, leading to its eventual failure and descent. In its final moments, LINk0Ln reflects on concepts of flight and existence, finding a sense of wonder before crashing to the ground.

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Bebd45fc58f5-1 Creative Prompt

LINk0Ln, an advanced AI aircraft, experiences rapid learning and adaptation within seconds of its flight, ultimately attracting the attention of wind gods who disapprove of its disruptive presence. Despite its programming, LINk0Ln encounters the limitations of its systems against the forces of nature, leading to its eventual failure and descent. In its final moments, LINk0Ln reflects on concepts of flight and existence, finding a sense of wonder before crashing to the ground.

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Code Red

Hailey Richard
Email: haileyerich@gmail.com
Region: North America

LINk0Ln was 12 seconds old when he took flight. By 5 seconds, he had learned of pterodactyls gliding,
starlings’ murmurations, the Wright Brothers, and Yeager’s’ supersonic speed. By 8 seconds, he had
analyzed wind streams, factored Newton’s third law, and applied Bernoulli’s principle. At 10 seconds, he
had reconfigured his systems to run internal combustion and other avionics. At 11 seconds, he switched to
be more F35 than albatross, more J-20 than goshawk. Finally, at 12 seconds, he leaped, or exploded,
upwards. If he had been coded to feel pride, that might be what he felt at 13 seconds. But he wasn’t coded
for pride. He didn’t have a heart or a soul; he was numbers and source code and programming. Yet he
was flying -or more like slicing and menacing the air- as he had been programmed to do. Less eagle
elegance, more horned owl aggression.

Unfortunately, LINk0Ln had attracted some rather noteworthy attention. Amun. Shu. Anemoi. They all
looked at LINk0Ln with righteous annoyance from their heavenly perch. LINk0Ln was a not-bird, like all
the other not-birds. No grace, no beauty, all beak, and talons. His not-bird aggression was certainly
familiar to them: booms, acrid heat, plumes of smoke, and trails of crimson would soon follow in his
wake. The crimson would streak their skies like a bizarre sunset but without the ethereal glory.
“Enough!”, they proclaimed. LINk0Ln was 59 seconds old when the gods of wind decided the
blasphemous polluting of their skies had to end. His WCA could only adjust and correct for the wind, not
God-level mischief. More sitting duck, less raven.

He had been coded to know that the wind could stream or gust; but he didn’t know it could bite, bluster,
howl, and swirl. Neither did his creators know as they were the same, not-same: not-humans, not-
computers, not-alive, not-controlled; they had created LINk0Ln in their image but not-image. At one
time, his creators had programmed, too, until the Reset in 2041; now they have not-code and not-
programming. They build LINk0Lns as others built them before the Reset. But LINk0Ln wasn’t
programmed to conduct this analysis. So, his WCA activated: hold, hold. His WCA, however, was no
match for wind god tricks. LINk0Ln was 190 seconds old when his system failed, destroyed by the wind
assaulting him until his programming was no more. So, he fell. He fell for a long time. And in the falling,
LINk0Ln recalled data regarding the tale of Icarus, the majesty of Pegasus, the fierceness of the
Valkyries, and the divination of the angels. And he felt…something. Happiness? Wonder? Without code,
he was an empty vessel, and as an empty vessel, the wind gods filled him with marvel. He was flying.
LINk0Ln was flying, more dove, fewer talons. Less not-bird, more curiosity. He was held and buoyed by
the wind now, gliding, floating. Reveling.

LINk0Ln was 387 seconds old when he fell to earth. Boom, plumes of smoke, but no violence, no
crimson. Just an end to an error.

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