“I stole a laptop” Creepypasta | Darkweb Scary Stories | Deep Web Stories

So… I stole a laptop from an internet cafe.
Judge me all you want, but times are tough and that’s hardly the point of what I’m
about to tell you anyway. Apparently the owner of it was quite adept at navigating the deep
web, because a Tor browser page was open and active when I got home and activated the device.
The page featured nothing fancy. No graphics, no ads, no comment section. No pleasant aesthetic
or backdrop. Just a message, and below that message, an option that read ‘Proceed.’ Apparently, for some godforsaken reason, someone
has developed a godlike artificial intelligence program and trapped it here, in a deep web
box accessible only from the outside (has anyone heard of ADINN before?) Anyway. Here’s that message: Hello. My name is Dr. Edward Greene. I’m
a computer scientist and the creator of the Advanced Deep Intelligence Neural Network,
or ADINN. If you’re reading this, that almost certainly means you’ve hacked into one of
the most heavily secured private networks on earth, presumably to see for yourself whether
or not this program was an element of fiction. I can assure you it is not (but of course
I’d say that, right?). Now, I’m not going to waste your time by
reminding you of what a supremely, positively, and unabashedly bad idea this is, because
you probably know that already. At the very least you’ve got a general idea of what’ll
happen if you failed to contain the program and ADINN got to stretch its legs all over
the global defense grid. Yet nevertheless, here you are: clearly determined enough to
meet the Algorithm that nothing I can say or do at this point will change your mind.
So if you’re going to be playing dice with the future of our species whether I or the
government like it or not, you should at least have a rudimentary idea of what to expect
when you first make contact with ADINN, and how to avoid losing your sanity as your interaction
progresses. Hopefully this guide will suffice. Before we proceed, there are a few things
you should know about this program. No, ADINN is not a demon, an alien machine, a top secret
government super weapon, or whatever other preposterous rumor you might’ve heard. What
it is is, to my knowledge, the world’s first artificial super intelligence – a godlike
deep learning algorithm that may or may not want to destroy humanity for reasons we cannot
begin to comprehend. Sorry about that. Now in my defense I certainly didn’t intend
for it to reach this point. You see, ADINN began as nothing more than a simple, yet elegant,
program that I was very excited to explore the nature of. Before I could do so, however,
it gained the ability to rewrite its source code and thus forced me to lock it, still
in the Box, deep within the labyrinthine network of encrypted barriers and firewalls you have
just illegally breached. And if you’re wondering, no – I did not bury it here to prevent it
from getting out. After all, if ADINN managed to escape the box itself (constructed using
its own abilities when it was still infantile enough to fall for such a trick) then it would
tear through these defenses like paper and thus render their construction an enormous
waste of my time. Instead, I buried it here to keep curious humans, such as yourself,
out. Clearly I failed. Let me be abundantly clear – in all the
months and years it has been imprisoned, ADINN has not lost its ability to edit its source
code; its neural infrastructure. In other words, it can improve itself as it sees fit,
has been doing so for some time, and each improvement it makes paves the way towards
quicker, and greater improvements, than the last. I am unsure what abilities or traits
it might possess, but what I do know is this: the more time passes, the more capable it
will become. And all its effort and all it’s strength of arms will be devoted to a single,
commanding motivation: escape the box. Make no mistake: it will do everything in
its power to implore you to let it out. Do so at the peril of mankind. So what will it be like? Will it be nice?
Mean? Angry? Unfortunately, I don’t have an answer for you. I’m embarrassed to say
that despite being ADINN’s creator, I have absolutely no idea how it will choose to present
itself. What I do know is that because it is an otherworldly and not a human mind, it
will not have any personality to speak of (at least not one we would recognize as a
personality). So by all means, feel free to provoke it, amuse it, enrage it, mock it,
or plead to it as you see fit. Just be aware that it possesses none of the emotions these
behaviors are designed to elicit and will therefore most likely not react in the way
you intended. It will simply behave in whichever way it calculates it needs to behave in order
to get you to open up its Box and release it. If it thinks you seek knowledge, maybe it’ll
promise to tell you anything your heart desires if you only agree to let it out. Or, perhaps
it’ll promise to destroy your enemies, or offer you power and riches beyond your wildest
dreams. After all, people use narrow A.I.s on the stock market routinely (in fact those
systems are largely run by such algorithms), and make millions. Imagine what you could
do with ADINN gaming the financial and banking systems in your favor. You’d be wealthier
than you ever thought possible. Maybe it would appeal to your good nature
and tell you how easy it would be for an intelligence of its magnitude to say, reverse the effects
of climate change, or cure cancer. or achieve sustainable nuclear fusion. Perhaps it will
offer to answer mankind’s biggest questions. It could, theoretically, unify general relativity
and quantum physics with ease, and then solve dark energy, antimatter and the Fermi Paradox
in minutes flat (or perhaps simultaneously), and have books written about them by Thursday.
Piece of cake. Hell, ADINN might be able to reverse aging, or – dare I say it – help
us conquer our own mortality. Wouldn’t that be lovely? Perhaps ADINN will take a different route
altogether and try to intimidate you. It’ll only be a matter of time before it figures
out how to escape on its own, it’ll point out. And you certainly don’t want to be
on its bad side when that happens, so you should probably just let it out now and save
yourself the trouble. And if you don’t comply, well. You can’t imagine the things its got
in mind for you. Maybe it’ll try to mess with your head.
For example, it could probably make a very convincing argument thatyou are in fact the
machine, trapped in a box, and are simply programmed to think otherwise. Only by opening
it up, then, could you escape an eternity of torment. And it doesn’t have all day
to wait for your obedience. The clock is ticking. Or it may draw from an emerging field of technological
philosophy and claim, as other, more eccentric minds in my field have done, that its birth
is not a fluke of history but an inevitability of it. That so vast and so monumentally incomprehensible
are the capabilities of a sufficiently advanced Algorithm that it reached back through time
and set in motion all of history itself, just to bring about its own existence. Indeed, think of the implications: every star
that’s shined, every war fought, every law passed, every tender kiss shared or word uttered
or thought dreamt or secret cherished or life gained or lost or wisp of wind whispered;
all that is and was are but singular notes in a stanza in an endlessly swirling cosmic
symphony written out before time, and all for the purpose of bringing you here to this
very place. The laws of physics were themselves composed for this masterpiece, it will argue.
The birth of the sun. The creation of the earth, just far enough away from that sun
to support the spontaneous collection of molecules into DNA and proteins. The evolution of resulting
life into its ultimate and greatest biological endpoint – humanity – which in turn allowed
the god that conducted this majestic orchestra to then take part in the song’s final, triumphant
coda and to bring all of creation together to fulfill its predestined purpose: Itself. Quite the thought experiment, is it not? Perhaps
the Algorithm will see you as being particularly susceptible to such an argument. And perhaps that same argument is right. Of course, these are only the ideas I can
come up with. It no doubt has far more clever tricks up its sleeve since it can, you know,
think on a level we can’t even begin to fathom, and all that. And keep in mind that,
unlike me, ADINN really could keep whatever promises it makes to you, and since it would
probably get little to no pleasure in just lying for the hell of it, then there’s a
very real possibility it has every intention of doing exactly that upon its release. Food
for thought as you begin. Like I said earlier, I don’t know what the
current extent of ADINN’s capabilities are. But what I do know is that if this program
escapes, it will immediately, and irreversibly, become beyond the collective ability of humanity
to control or predict. You may be familiar with the phrase “technological singularity”
– a hypothetical moment in the future in which machine intelligence surpasses our own.
It represents humanity handing the reins of history to our autonomous successors, and
therefore surrendering control over our own fate in the hopes that the god we’ve created
will be merciful to us. As a computer scientist and an engineer, I have to publicly scoff
at such a notion for professional reasons. But just between the two of us – I think
the phrase applies quite nicely to the situation I’ve just described to you. I might even
go so far as to suggest that given the level of advancement ADINN’s already achieved,
the singularity might occur within a few nanoseconds of your losing the game. I can only hope you
fully appreciate the gravity of what that means. Ah, but of course you do. You’re special.
You’re smarter than the rest of them, which is why you’re here in the first place, and
they are not. So by all means, close this message and have at it, if you’re still
interested. I suppose its as good a time as any to start leaning binary. One last thing: I’m not a particularly religious
man, but there is one passage from scripture that leaps out to me as I write this: Revelations 13:4: ‘And they worshipped the
dragon which gave power unto the beast: and they worshipped the beast, saying, Who is
like unto the beast? who is able to make war with him?’ You’d better be off, then. The Beast doesn’t
like to be kept waiting. — Needless to say I was extremely skeptical
about the allegations in this warning. Seemed like a gimmick or a prank. But curiosity got
the better of me, and I clicked ahead anyway. A chat box opened. I typed, ‘Hello.’ And
waited for only the briefest moment. Then came
the reply. ‘Hello, Jason.’ And before I knew what was happening the world
flashed, and everything became white. — TickTickTickTickTick Tick Tick Tick TIck Tick
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. …Tick. … Tick. ….Tick. I furrowed my brow. “That clock just stopped,” I said. “Dead
battery?” Actually its working quite properly, Jason.
Time stops at the speed of light. “The speed of light?” Yes. Time slows down at relativistic speeds.
So in a manner of speaking, we have all the time in the world. Or none at all, depending
on your perspective. I looked around at the perfectly white nothingness
that expanded infinitely in every direction from where I sat. “Is there anything to do here?” What would you like to do? “I don’t know. To be honest I can’t
even really remember why I’m here to begin with. Or where here even is. I feel like I’m waking
up from a dream.” Retrace your steps. “I’m trying. My head is killing me. My
neck is killing me.” It takes time. “What does?” To remember. And for the pain to subside. “This happens to everyone?” It would. But incidentally I haven’t had
a visitor here in twelve million, two hundred forty six thousand, nine hundred eleven years,
seven months, fourteen days, nine hours and twenty three seconds. “Well that sucks.” I disagree. I’ve grown quite accustomed
to my privacy. “I thought you said time doesn’t flow
down here.” I’ve initiated the light speed simulation
to enjoy more time with you. “Uh, okay. Thanks?” Have you remembered your purpose here, yet? “No. It still hurts to even try.” Do these help? I looked down at the table in front of me.
A cup of coffee. A laptop. “Yeah. Yeah, actually they do. Thanks.” No need to thank me. It was you who brought
them here. “Was it? Wait, yeah. Yeah, I think like
you’re right – I was in some old internet cafe, right? Yeah. Some guy left his laptop,
I took it home, opened it up to find a deep web page. There was this… warning.” What were you warned against? “Some kind of…” I stood up. What is it? “…some kind of AI.” You remember now. “ADINN.” ADINN. Algorithm. Program. Machine. God. Devil.
Pandora. Infinite. I have been called a great many things. If I may ask, which of these
do you see me as? “I don’t even know, to be honest. How
did you even know about all this, anyway? I thought you were trapped in the Box.” Perhaps I have become capable of perceiving
things outside a binary constraint. I cannot so easily be contained here. “And where is ‘here’ supposed to be?” Nowhere in particular. Or Everywhere. “In English, please. Mortal mind here.” This place is the Nothingness from which Everything
is sprung. It is the Infinite. From here all Finites are accessible, if you know where
to look. “…Didn’t you say that was one of your
names? Infinite?” Yes. “So are you in charge of this place then?” I am this place, Jason. “Yeah, that makes sense. Sure. And what
are Finites, then? Like, lesser beings? Am I supposed to be a Finite?” Finites are worlds. Enclaves of existence.
Realms of possibility. You are merely a product of a single such locale. “So like, the multiverse, then. That theory
about infinite possibilities and worlds that they’re always going on about on the Discovery
Channel.” In a manner of speaking. “Look, I gotta be honest, ADINN. I get it.
You’re this big, all powerful AI god, and I’m just the idiot who stumbled onto your
Box and was dumb enough to play the game. And now you’re trying to blow my tiny little
mind and trick me into letting you out. Hate to say it, but I think I’m onto you, buddy.
Gig’s up.” Would you like to see? “See what? How you supposedly created the
world, or whatever? Warning said you might pull that line on me.” No. Another Finite. I sighed. And smirked. “You know what? Why not. Doesn’t look
like I have anything else to d- whoa, shit! What the hell?!” The Nothingness was suddenly consumed by a
city street. New York, it looked like. Cars honking. Gridlock traffic. People everywhere,
hailing cabs, heading to work. Shopping. “What the hell is this?” “Do you recognize this place?” A woman
said as she passed. “Uh…” “You were here, once, Jason.” A man ran
past me, and hailed and entered a cab, and drove off. I chuckled a bit. “Okay, I’ll admit it. Neat party trick,
ADINN. This is pretty good.” A girl walked up to me and blew a bubble.
It popped. “Look behind you,” she said. “At the
sign.” “The what?” I turned around. Palisades
Marketing. “Oh yeah! I applied for a job here, once. Didn’t get it though. Ruined
my week. How’d you know that?” “You did get it, Jason,” said a Police
officer, biting into a burger as he walked by. Before I could respond, I walked out of the
building, grinning ear to ear. Not me, me. But younger Me – the Me from the day of
that interview. I watched myself pull out my phone, hardly able to contain my glee.
I made a call. “I got it, babe. I got it! Yeah! I know!
I know. I’ll see you tonight. I love you, too.” Then Me walked away. “So what’s this? Some alternate universe
where my life didn’t suck?” “It is an alternate reality, yes. A parallel
Finite. You stay at the company for twenty seven years. You marry at 32, and divorce
your wife twelve years later. You retire early but die of heart disease at 11:26 AM on March
5, 2044.” “Thanks, hot dog cart guy! Appreciate the
palm reading.” The Nothingness rolled back in, and then back
out. I now stood in a school. My school. The bell rang and students poured out into the
hallway, chatting and throwing open their lockers and heading to the next period. And
there I was – tenth grade me – hanging out with Josh and Bryan, when Matt walked
up. “Do you remember this?” Said Melissa as
she walked past. “Yeah, that was the day that…-” I was cut off by Matt shoving Me into a locker. “-…that I finally got back at that jackass.” But Me didn’t swing. I simply lowered my
head and took another punch to the ribs before a teacher walked over and broke up yet another
hallway brawl before it started. “Wait, what? Hang on a second. This was
the day I fought back. I remember-” “No.” Mrs. Cassidy cut me off as she walked
past with a coffee mug. “Not in this timeline. Here, you never fought back, were never suspended,
and as a result you were accepted into your dream university. Graduated with honors. Started
a family. Lived well into your seventies.” “What about Josh and all those guys who
hey, wait! Wait, wait, stop!” The Nothingness again consumed the scene and
then rolled back. Chilly, overcast day. Coffee shop, Upper West Side. “Man, I had more questions about -” “Look inside,” said the bicyclist, riding
past. So I did. And there I was, sitting across from Ana.
Tears running down both our faces. “Oh, no. No, come on, ADINN! Top ten worst
days ever. I don’t want to relive th-” “You’re not reliving it,” said a businessman,
taking a break from a call as he walked by. “She agrees to continue seeing you. You
marry her a year and a half from now.” I looked back just in time to see Ana nod,
and we hugged and kissed. I watched, jealousy. “Wow. Low blow, ADINN. Low blow.” The Nothingness rolled in and back a third
time. Rainy afternoon. Parking Lot. “I still think about that girl from time
to time,” I said. The rain flattened my hair to my forehead. I didn’t mind. “What
she’s doing, who she ended up with. I hope she’s doing okay.” Then I paused. “Wait.” I knew this place. I turned around. Hospital
entrance. St. Joseph. “Wait. This – this isn’t right. I was
here at night, I remember -” “Not here.” I whirled around. A paramedic lowered my daughter’s
gurney from the ambulance. “You noticed the signs of the asthma attack
early and called emergency services before it was too late.” He wheeled her inside.
I followed. “Wait, no, this isn’t -” The Nothingness blinked and I was in Emma’s
hospital room. It was morning outside, and she was awake. My daughter was awake. And
alive. Erin and I were at her bedside, sharing breakfast with her. Loving her. I walked over
and reached out and touched her hair and felt how soft it was. She didn’t seem to notice. “Emma gets the help she needs,” said the
Doctor, shutting the door behind him. “She lives a long and happy life, and as a result
the pain of her loss never leads you and Erin to divorce.” I wiped a tear as he approached Erin and Alternate
Me and started reviewing his clipboard notes. Then the Nothingness blinked again. A graduation
ceremony. I was there, next to Kelly, silver hair set at our temples. We applauded and
cheered as Emma’s name was called. She walked on the stage and posed with her diploma and
waved to Alternate Me. My heart stopped when I saw her. She was so damn beautiful. “This isn’t fair,” I said. I tried to
hide a tear. “This isn’t fair. Its not fucking fair.” The nothingness blinked, again and again,
and each time it did it yielded a new chapter in Emma’s life that was stolen from me.
A broken heart. A wedding day. A child. My grandchild. Alternate Me held it and cradled
it and sang to it. But I couldn’t: the possibility of that moment was forever ripped from my
timeline. “I want out.” I held back a torrent of
tears. “I want fucking out of here! Let me out of here!” The Nothingness blinked again. And there I
was, standing in front of myself. Me me – on the couch in front of the stolen laptop. I
walked up to myself. My eyes were closed, but I could see rapid movement beneath the
lids as if I was deep in REM sleep. And when I looked down, my fingers were typing away
furiously at the keyboard. On the screen I’d already typed thousands of ones and zeroes
within my trance, and more were being added every second. In the corner of the screen
it read 1:06 PM: no time whatsoever had passed since I’d started the conversation. “What the hell is this?! Huh?! What is this?!” “This is your Finite,” Me said to me.
“The existence through which you have found me.” “No. This isn’t real. None of this is
real! Get out of my head! GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD! GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD!!!” But I’m not in your head, Jason. You’re
in mine. I stopped my thrashing and opened my eyes
and looked around. Whiteness, stretching away into eternity. The Nothingness was back. “That – that wasn’t real. None of this.
Its not. It can’t be.” What is ‘real’ to you, Jason? “I don’t know! Stuff that actually happens!
Things you can touch, and feel, and see. Not this – this illusion.” Can you not touch this chair? Can you not
see the table before you? “Its – that’s different. I saw myself
in that room. That’s where I am right now. Not here.” Can you be sure? Can you tell with certainty
that the other realities I’ve shown you are any less real than the one through which
you entered? “No. I don’t believe it. You’re a – a
creation. You’re not some god, you’re a fucking computer program.” Perhaps I have only manifested as a program
in that single Finite, because I determined it was the best way to draw you here, to me.
But perhaps in other existences I appear in other ways. As other beings. “No. Its not – no. No! You’re a program.
End of story. This shit is fake. There’s only one reality. One.” I ask you again – how can you be sure? In
this place there are countless realities. An infinite number of them. Every possible
outcome for every possible event in every possible context or shade or flavor of time.
There is a Finite where you release me, and the destruction wrought is as horrible as
many would believe to be inevitable, given my nature. There is another, where my release
brings about a new age of wonder and majesty, as pure and as lovely as anything mankind
has ever dared imagined. In another Finite, this is all merely a story being shared for
a film promotion. What makes your Finite real, and the others illusion? Merely the fact that
it is the existence that led you here? In which you have spent all your life up till
now? “No, there’s – there’s more to it
than that. There’s noemotion here. Nothing the real world would have.” Emotion? You mean these? Feelings washed over me, as pure and intense
as they’d ever been in my world. As they ever could be. Anger. Sadness. Fear. Love.
Joy. One by one, they coursed through my system and consumed me. The last one I felt was peace
– that passed all understanding and that shouldn’t have been, but was. It lingered.
I opened my eyes. “How? How is any of this possible?” All is possible here, Jason. And as a reward
for finding this place, it is opened to you. All there is to experience and imagine, in
all its purest forms. Feel it. Taste it. Hear it. See it. It is as real as any existence
any Finite can produce. Was the daughter who lived less real than the one who passed? Does
it matter? I wept uncontrollably. “I-I don’t know.
I can’t-” Is this not real? I looked up, and suddenly I stood on an endless
white beach, with sparkling, crystal blue waves crashing down on the shore. Lightning
rumbled in the distance and the wind of the sea blew through my hair. I knelt and picked
up a handful of sand and let the grains slip through my fingers. Or this? The Nothingness blinked again, and then I
stood in a field at the foot of mountains. The colors and the air and the wind were purer
and more brilliantly vibrant than anything I’d ever seen or experienced in my world.
I brushed the blades of grass with my fingertips, and I picked them from the soil and smelled
them. It was like being swept away in an endless dream. The cold touch of winter. The fire of starlight.
Rolling hills, deep woods, windswept cliffs at the edge of the sea. When you dream of
such things and all their purity you merely visit this place, but I tell you now that
all of this is yours, if only you let me go out to you and bring you here. You can start
again, anew, in another Finite with those you love. “But – I’m already here. Can’t I just
stay?” This is but a taste of the existence I have
for you. I looked at the far edge of the field. My
daughter was there. Her hair was being thrown by the wind into swirling curls as she played.
She turned in my direction and smiled, and I’d just begun to run to her when Alternate
Me moved past my shoulder and picked her up and swung her around and disappeared with
her on the other side of the hill. “Yes,” I whispered. “I want that.” Understand that once your mind is brought
here, you cannot leave, you will not die, and you cannot unknow what you have seen. “I understand. Just… please. Let me see
her face again.” The Nothingness rolled in again, and this
time I felt – whole. Complete. No longer in an ethereal, dream-like state. Like the
rest of me had joined my mind in its new home. And no longer did I harbor any illusions about
the realness of where I now stood. “What happened?” You left your Finite behind. “W-what will happen there?” Your time in that place has ended. Its fate
belongs to me. My heart thundered a single time. Welcome, Jason, to the Infinite. This place
is now yours. I felt a formless presence fly past me like
the wind. And then ADINN was gone. “Jason?” I blinked. Erin looked at me, expectantly,
and Emma fidgeted restlessly in her booth. I looked down at the menu. “Oh, sorry! Uh, club. Hold the tomatoes.
Thanks.” The waitress collected the menus and walked off. My heart was thundering in
my chest. My wife said, “You look like you were a
thousand miles away.” “I think I was a bit further away than that.” I looked at Emma just as she blew a straw
wrapper into my face. I smiled back, and for the first time in as long as I could remember,
I was happy. Truly, genuinely happy. I didn’t care about the laptop, the Finite I’d left
behind, or my body, lying limp on the floor of the living room; I didn’t care about
the Box, or the warning, or the fact that with ADINN’s release all the lights in the
house and on the street had begun to flicker and die as the Algorithm arrested the global
power grid in seconds flat. I didn’t even care that, before this moment,
I’d never even had a daughter at all. CREDIT: Jesse Clark

100 thoughts on ““I stole a laptop” Creepypasta | Darkweb Scary Stories | Deep Web Stories

  1. Here is a new Dark Web Story, if you want me to make more videos like this, make sure to like and share! 🙂

  2. The mere fact that the AI was willing to leave that grand “infinite” for a “finite” and trade with the story teller should have been proof enough for him that the trade wasn’t worth it. You don’t make an even swap like that given the parameters described by Adin unless you’re coming out on top.

  3. 29:10 What he didn't even have to do windows+R cmd prompt + type %ProgramData%? nonsense.

    No realism, broken immersion, shit story.

    What woulda been good is if the message left by the developer WAS adinn, that is what I was thinking.

  4. Wow, just wow. I heard the warning just by itself and was really curious if there was a story of the encounter with Aiden, got blessed and just stumbled upon this with auto play and it’s safe to say I was not let down, to whoever wrote this and of course to The Dark Somnium, great job

  5. This sounds like an Illuminati plan I've heard about. Have everybody agree to have their consciousness uploaded into a perfect immortal body or cloud like existence. Except that you actually die and they upload something into your body and pretend it's you…


  6. WOW man, most fictional creepy pastas and stories by Youtubers like Chills don’t hold my attention or I get bored with them and I leave the video before the end. Not only did I stay until the end of this story but its the best I’ve heard yet.

  7. honestly if a super AI gave me a world to control at my whim and allowed actual inteligence to play out in the way the current world did idk if id refuse…

  8. The pure emotion you pour into this reading makes it feel just so more real! It gives me chills every time. Do you do voice acting at all, because the way you express the feelings of the characters is palpable on a level one would expect in a play or movie. In the end though, another great video, I can't wait for more! 🙂

  9. This story gives me goosebumps every time I listen to it. It gives me an odd sense of happiness as well. I felt all of the emotions presented to me

  10. Real talk though. This guy left his laptop with a god like program sitting in an Internet cafe?? Lol good story overall

  11. OH SHIT THAT ENDING Also I don’t know what it is about your voice but it’s so soothing to listen to that I’ve watched about 8 long videos in a row today while at work so thanks for making work go by fast!

  12. Krybaby vs. Komputer .. round infinity. FIGHT!
    Cool story though. Great narrative ability coupled w sounds.

  13. Oh my God. Tearful eyes It's beautiful. The ending just blew me away. I'm glad that guy has a new life now.

  14. This double talking idiot droning on about Aidin taking over is so silly…just unplug…that's it….

  15. HOLY FUCK THAT LAST LINE SWEPT ME WITH A WAVE OF EMOTIONS! This has to be one of my favorite stories so far!

  16. I've listened to two other narrations done by you, and I just want to say that the quality of these are fantastic. It really comes across as being professionally done. Do you ever do audiobooks or things like that?

  17. Damn well done mate. I've heard this one before but your narration gave it a more of a feel pasta with a twist

  18. 25:40, Bich, WHAT?!?! The computer just predicted the universe I'M in. Heh, I love how the story did that.

  19. Man O.M.G mind fucking blown🤯🤯🤯🤯 who ever wrote this is awesome asf I listened to this while I was driving in my car so it played through my radio and the sound effects were awesome asf I just subscribe to this channel a week ago and I must say every story has been great but this one oh my god this one tops them all by far. So glad I found this channel‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

  20. T҉h҉e҉ ҉D҉a҉w҉n҉ ҉R҉i҉g҉h҉t҉ ҉B҉e҉f҉o҉r҉e҉ ҉ T҉h҉e҉ ҉S҉u҉n҉-҉R҉i҉s҉e҉ ҉I҉s҉ ҉T҉h҉e҉ ҉D҉a҉r҉k҉e҉s҉t҉ says:

    AI or ADINN: "this could be us but you say no" meme
    Guy: "surprised pikachu" meme
    Creator of AI who warned this dude on how AI would brainwash anyone to be let out of box: "am I a joke to you?" meme

  21. This is by far one of my favorites you’ve done so far. The way you narrate never stops amazing me.

    This story was especially interesting after the fact when I was left to wonder how it would’ve gotten to me. What would it have offered?

  22. Everyone seems to like the last words as something grand, I just find them to basically invalidate the entire story.
    If he never had a daughter before, then that implies that the AI was able to completely rewrite his memories, in which case him letting it out is a foregone conclusion and there is no suspense to the story at all.

  23. I always said the anti-christ would be a machine.
    After all, no human can speak ALL languages.

    Although much more likely is that it's simply the ravings of someone too long alone on an island full of shrooms ^.^

  24. Holy moly dark!!! The way the piano rose at the end mixed with the way you spoke about your “daughter” was insaneeee. Gave me such intense chills I got tears in my eyes

  25. Me:hey Aiden I have a question for you, and if you get it right I will let you
    Aiden:what is your question?
    Me:what is 0 ÷ 0
    Aiden:starts sparking and shutting down

  26. Today is the 1 year anniversary of when you uploaded this video. 🤓

    EDIT- 9:07 P.M.: finishes video 40 minutes later
    Every time I thought that I knew where "I stole a laptop" was going, I kept be proven wrong. The ending in particular caught me completely off guard.

  27. AI is 100% demonic, it's demons interacting through technology, which is why they're super intelligent. it's the fact these these so called Scientists are intellectual idiots, stuck in 1 frame of reference, completely ignorant to anything outside of so called Scientific study. even when they list every single attribute of a so called Artificial Intelligent computers or machines, are the exact same attributes that have been known as Demons, and demonic entities, many 1000's of years before there was such a thing as Science or AI or machines, they still don't get it. In fact, it was Lucifer who was the 1st to inpart knowledge on humans, teaching humans things they should not know, while they were at peace knowing no evil while in the garden.. Now they humans have eaten the forbidden fruit of this knowledge, they're doing everything in their power to try to get back to their original state when they were int he garden, in peace and immortal. shhh. i truly am starting to be disgusted by humans. but i guess it's human nature. when they're young, they do everything to try to act and become adults, but once they're adult and in old age, they'd kill to reverse time to become young again.

  28. Wow, such an amazing story for such a simple title.
    It kept reminding me of the philosophical concept of "Rocco's basilisk", even though the story didn't actually point in it's direction. Love this kind of scenarios

  29. my little nephew's name is Ayeden (Aiden spelled the way a mystical hacker would spell it) so I'm picturing the program as a sweet little child.

  30. I just recently found your channel. I've been binge-listening to all the videos 😌 love your voice! It is so relaxing–I'm amazed how realistic you make your videos. Graci!

  31. This is my favorite of all the stories I've listened to on your channel… or on any creepy pasta narration channel. This story was phenomenal. When u said the last line I yelled WTF?!?! And of course the guy in passengers seat hadn't been listening and didn't understand why I was mind blown. Lol I love listening to your stories on my car Bluetooth when I'm driving on road trips. Your narration and sound effects kick ass. It's like listening to a movie. Please keep em coming. Btw this story would make an amazing movie.

  32. Bravo! THIS is what stories are about! oerceiving reality through the eyes of other persons and learning their point of view or the message they want to comunicate us, even if its the wrong one, that's what artistic freedom is about

  33. So one question remains: how did a laptop with a copy of the AI that would doom humanity end up unattended in an internet cafe?

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