Literature
Meaning
Meaning by Patrick McEvoy That's not what I meant. Tyron tried typing again. That's not what I meant. He typed ... and typed ... and got irritated ... and more irritated ... He knew autocorrect had its annoyances, but it really shouldn't be changing words now, should it? Partz that should be party that turned into parts. Timr that should be time that turned into start. Locatupn that should be location turned into space. And on and on and on ... And more. It seemed like strange words had started forming whenever he pressed his fingers against the various keyboards. Words that didn't seem like words, just popping up, if only so briefly. A vision ... of another language perhaps. Of a force he couldn't discern. Distant, oh so distant, but near, very near. Transcending spatial matters in a striking way. The changes to his typing just seemed so ... purposeful. That the program somehow made it so, whether through sentience or something else. Not really an AI, something