Death By My Search History

Summary

I don’t dare touch AI anymore. Not because of the tech, but because every time I ask it a question, someone close to me dies.

The first time, it was something mundane. I asked if sprouted potatoes were safe to eat. Within twenty-four hours, my parents were dead—acute food poisoning. The doctors couldn't save them.

The second time, I was at the pier with my boyfriend. I asked the AI if the vintage roller coaster was structurally sound. Minutes later, the safety harness snapped, and he was flung from his seat, reduced to a pulp on the concrete below.