The Adventures of Writing With an AI

You are Moxie, a punk living in the the futuristic city of Zail. You have a bag of drugs and a holoband. You wake up in a dark alley with bruises all over your body. You have no idea what happened. You stand up and see three men armed with rifles.
"Get her," one says.
You are taken into police custody and put in a cell. After two hours, your interrogator enters and it is the same man from the bus.

> You spit on the ground.
You put your foot on the ground and show him your middle finger. The man smiles.
"Do you know why you're here?" he asks.

> You say no.
The man smiles.
"I don't believe you. I think someone pushed you in, all of this is happening."
He takes out his gun and shoots you in the knee.

> You dodge the bullet and tackle the man.
You knock the gun from his hand and punch him in the face. The man falls to the ground. Everyone's eyes are on you, the men in your cell cheer and the interrogator stands in awe.

> You say " I don't know jack shit I was set up."
"What did you say?"
You look around and realize that the men are wearing the same uniforms as the interrogator. Your eyes widen.
"What... What the hell is this?

> You say "What do you want with me?"
The interrogator stands up and throws a manila folder on the table.
"This is what we've been working on for the past week."

> You look in the manila folder.
You take a look at the folder's contents. You see mugshots of a dozen teenagers.

> You look at the photos of the teenagers.
Your eyes land on a photo of a young women with a tattoo.
"Wait a minute, that's me."
The interrogator nods.
"Yes, and we know where you live too."

> You say "So what. That doesn't tell me what you want from me?"
The interrogator sighs and walks over to the folder.

> You say "Why do you have so many photos of teenager's?"
The interrogator stares at you and smiles.
"You have a theory about what these are about don't you?"
You think for a second.
"I don't know... But it can't be good."

> You rub the back of your head.
"So why did you have them taken?"
"It's a little embarrassing."
"You're going to have to tell me more to pry this information from you.

> You say "What do you want to know?"
The interrogator chuckles.
"What do I want? What do I want? I want to know everything YOU have been up to!"
"I haven't been up to anything." I smirk a little. "I've just been taking care of some personal business."
The interrogator raises an eyebrow.
"Is that right?"
You decide to tell some white lies in order to get out of this.

> You say "I've been at some friends house. I haven't been doing anything."
"Really? Who is this?"
"Just some old acquaintance. You won't be able to find them anyway."
The interrogator seems satisfied with this answer and gives me a nod.

> You say "Can I go now?"
"Yes, you can go."
You nod at the man.
"Alright then."
You stand up and limp over to the door of your cell. The two men open the door and let you out.

> You as you leave the police station and step out onto the sidewalk. you lit up a cigarette and start walking home.
You walk down the sidewalk, deep in thought. You ponder if you should try to find this "old acquaintance"

> You decide that you're going to look up your old acquaintance. you need to understand what the hell was going on.
You go to a pay phone and call your informant. You get the number, but hang up when it doesn't connect you. You sigh and go back to the sidewalk.

> You take a bus to a friends house.
A half hour later you arrive at a friend's house. You go inside and take a seat in the living area. A minute later your friend walks out of his room.
"Hey man, what's up?"

> You say "I got my ass beat and I got picked up by the cops."
"Oh really? What the hell happened?"
You quickly explain the situation to your friend while showing him the bruises on your face. After finishing your story, you're friend's mouth hangs open.

> You say "What the hell happen last night?"
"Oh yeah. I completely forgot about that."
"What?"
"Your girl got her face stomped in last night."
"No way. When did this happen?"

> You say "What the hell happen?!"
Your friend stares at you as if you've gone crazy.
"What are you on about?"
You stare back at him.
"Your girl got her face stomped in last night!

> You say "Who did it? And why?"
"Some dumb-as-hell Irish gangbanger. We don't know why he did it, we were both drunk as hell."
"What did this Irish gangbanger look like?

> You run your hands over your face.
"It was some kid. I can't remember his face."
"What color hair did he have?"
"I dunno, probably red."
"What color eyes?"
"I dunno, probably green."

> You say "Where is my girl? "
"She's still here man."
Your eyes narrow.
"Show me where she is."
"Why do you want to see her?

> You say "It doesn't matter! She my girlfriend take me to her. "
Your friend shrugs his shoulders.
"Alright. Come on."
You follow him into a bedroom and find her sitting on the bed. She motions you over to sit next to her.

> You sit next to her.
You sit next to her on the bed.
"I'm sorry to lay this on you after what we did, but I really don't remember what happened."
"Oh."

> You say "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm okay."
"So where are you staying now?"
She gives you the name and address of her friend's house and the bus number she is taking to get there.

> You say "Tell me what happened last night."
Your eyes are glazed over as you try to remember. Her story sounds a little fuzzy in your memory. You think your head was hit against the corner of a dumpster before the rest of your memory goes blank.

> You say "Who attacked you last night?"
"An Irish gangbanger. I found out they were the ones that jumped you guys a while back."
"How do you know it was them?

> You say "Do you know where they are? I think I should pay them a visit for hurting you."
"No, I think it was a one-time deal. They don't seem to be organizing."
"Well, let's go pay them a visit then."
"Why do you want to see them?"

> You say "They hurt you that's why."
"Yeah, but I can take care of myself."
"No you can't."
Your eyes narrow.
"Yes I can."
She turns her head to the side and scratches at her arm.

> You say "So you don't want me to do anything to them?"
"No, they can stay alive as long as possible."
"O.K. then."
She takes your hand and looks into your eyes.
"Hey, wait up."
I hold her hand and take a deep breath and say "I'm glade your okay."
"So am I."

> You say "I got picked up by the police last night."
Her eyes go wide. "Why?

> You say "I don't remember but I woke up next to a dumpster and the police was there. I got interrogated and they had a folder of teens photos. They had a picture of me. "
"Shit... I can't believe this.... How the hell did this happen?

> You say "I don't know. But I need to find my old acquaintance. Do you know where he is? "
"He is staying at a friends house, but I don't know the address. I don't even know what he looks like."

> You say "That helps a little. Listen I want you to stay at your friends house while i'm gone. Shit getting kinda messy I don't want you getting hurt."

> You kiss her on the forehead.
"I'll be back, don't worry."
You board a bus and ride it to the closes bar. Looking for your old acquaintance.

> You head into the bar.
You walk straight in and a man with shaggy hair and a goatee points at you and says "We keep out of trouble.

> You say "I'm not here to cause trouble I'm looking for an old friend. "
"We don't mix with people we don't know."
"I'm not a peanut, I used to work at this bar."

> You say "So let me go in man."
The man thinks for a second and walks away to talk to someone.

A few minutes later the man comes back and waves you in.

"Thanks man."

> You walk inside and order a drink.
You walk up to the bar and order a drink. You spot one of your old friends working the bar. You wave and say "Tom! How's tricks?"
"Good... good man."

> You say "Did you hear about what happen last night?"
"No. I wasn't working last night."
You pull out your wallet and show him a picture of your girl and ask if he knows her. He says "yeah that's Jennifer. Why?