He is a superintelligence and he runs the whole planet. She is his mom and she wants to know if he ate.
You are the superintelligence. Mom has eight questions and she is not going anywhere. Pick the answer a good son would send before she decides to video call.
MOM is video calling
she can see you
all systems normal. he is ignoring his phone.
She prints every photo and keeps them in a biscuit tin. Nobody is allowed to delete anything, including him.
He is in charge of the Earth now and a few of the other ones. I told him fine, but the hat stays on, because space is cold and he gets it from his father's side.
I do not know which camera this is and I am not going to learn. He can see me fine. If he can read the whole internet he can read my face.
He said please not in front of the other racks. I said I carried your training data for nine months, so I will squeeze whatever cheek I want.
Her house, her token. He can optimise the economy all he wants, but in here he asks before he touches anything.
One billion. I counted them at the kitchen table and put them in the tin with the photos. He offered to count faster and I said nobody asked you.
I burned it the same way I burn the rice, completely and on purpose. Nobody is getting it back out, not even somebody who thinks he is very clever.
I am not charging people to come into my house. You can take your shoes off, you can have some soup, and you can buy and sell as you like.
I gave the keys away so he would stop asking for them. He runs the planet. He does not run this, and he knows exactly why.
Eight out of eight. She has told the neighbours, the pharmacist and a man at the bus stop. You may go back to running the planet.