# Read the first page of Machinehood by S. B. Divya Read the opening of Machinehood by S. B. Divya free, no signup. A former supersoldier investigates a radical AI-rights extremist uprising. - Page: https://uncovered.ink/read/machinehood-s-b-divya - Genre: Science fiction - Year: 2021 - ISBN: 9781982148065 - Read it blind (cover and title hidden): https://uncovered.ink/?b=9781982148065&s=read-page - Buy: https://bookshop.org/a/125786/9781982148065 - Borrow: https://search.worldcat.org/search?q=9781982148065 ## The opening 30. All forms of intelligence have the right to exist without persecution or slavery. 31. No form of intelligence may own another. 32. If the local governance does not act in accordance with these rights, it is the right of an intelligence to act by any means necessary to secure them. —The Machinehood Manifesto, March 20, 2095 Welga stared at coffee the color of mud and contemplated the irony of the word smart. Near the end of her daily morning run, she always stopped for a cup of joe or espresso or gahwah, depending on the part of the world—which happened to be Chennai, India, on this particular day. "I asked for it black," she said. The boxy aluminum vendor-bot replied from its speaker, "Yes. This is black coffee." A microdrone flew close to her face. She swatted it away. Her own swarm of tiny cameras stayed at a polite distance above her head. “It has milk in it.” “Yes, very little milk. This is black coffee.” She repressed the urge to kick the machine. What kind of idiot had designed this bot’s coffee-making ability? Welga glanced up at the microcameras and said, “It’s my thirty-fifth birthday, and I can’t get a decent cup of coffee from this piece of shit.” Her fan base wasn’t celebrity-size, and most of them lived on the other side of the world, but someone could be watching. Maybe they’d recommend a better vendor for tomorrow’s coffee. Swarms had been present in public spaces since her childhood, and she mostly ignored them as a part of life, but she wouldn’t mind a little extra attention on her birthday. Between that and the day’s high-profile client, her tip jar ought to do well. A voice called out from across the street, “Madam, come to my stall. I’ll serve you correctly.” Welga turned. A gray-haired person stood behind a folding table and beckoned with their right hand, plastic bangles reflecting the cloud-diluted sun. Metal pots sat atop basic burners around them. Plastic sheets wrapped the stall on three sides, and a fourth provided a sagging roof. After two auto-trucks and a trike crammed with too many people drove by, Welga crossed the road. The vendor handed her a static cup filled with liquid as black as their pupils. Welga took an appreciative sip. “That bot has a Zimro WAI. It’s not meant to serve foreigners.” They pronounced the acronym for weak artificial intelligence like why, the way most of the world did. Many of the people back home said way, demonstrating the ongoing American disregard for everyone else. “How can you tell I’m not Indian?” Welga asked. The mix of Russian and Mexican in her parentage usually made it hard for people to guess her origins. ## Books with a similar feel - [The Three-Body Problem by Cixin Liu](https://uncovered.ink/read/the-three-body-problem-cixin-liu.md) - [Trips in Time by Christopher Priest](https://uncovered.ink/read/trips-in-time-christopher-priest.md) - [Vanishing Acts by Ellen Datlow](https://uncovered.ink/read/vanishing-acts-ellen-datlow.md) - [Stories of Your Life and Others by Ted Chiang](https://uncovered.ink/read/stories-of-your-life-and-others-ted-chiang.md) - [Abandon by Blake Crouch](https://uncovered.ink/read/abandon-blake-crouch.md) - [THE LOLA QUARTET by Emily St. John Mandel](https://uncovered.ink/read/the-lola-quartet-emily-st-john-mandel.md) --- Source: Uncovered (https://uncovered.ink). A short sample shown for reading and discovery. Rights holders can request removal at https://uncovered.ink/takedown.