Bonjour à tou.te.s,
La fin du concours à consacré 6 textes parmi la bonne trentaine de participants.
Pour rappel, le concours consistait en l'écriture d'une très courte histoire de science fiction abordant le potentiel impact négatif des technologies.
Félicitations à tous les élèves ayant tenté leur chance et en particulier aux gagnant.e.s !
Textes en anglais :
1- Meryem Gana : The last Heiress
It all started when I met Mr. Jones, he saw me for the first time and smiled widely like a madman, then asked me:
"You're not completely human, are you? You're a successful experiment from the FH project."
Nobody should know about this!
Mr. Jones is a former researcher and teacher. But in this world, due to technological advances, this profession was taken from humans.
"That’s why, I was sent to the research department in the psychology of mechanisms."
I kept quiet… he knows everything, but he saved me, and in the end he is just a human, I asked him:
"So... what do you want from me?"
“I know that you are human but within you are an artificial soul, and we both know that your life is in danger, you have escaped as an unfinished experience.”
I didn't understand what he was referring to. He said:
"I asked you what you want."
"Let's make a deal Aileth; I'll separate the artificial soul from you. In return you help me stop that project."
I looked at that old man after thinking for a moment; after all I have nothing to lose. I shook him… And from here our story began.
1- Gaia Laurent :
Mom died yesterday. She died in my arms, on her birthday.
Since I was born, many technological revolutions happened, such as the autonomous car which completely changed my life. But unlike me, Mom always hated these new cars. She always told me it will cost us our life and she was right. She never used an autonomous car because she wanted to feel free. She wanted to control every aspect of her life, even driving a car.
Yesterday, I was going to college with my autonomous car. I called Mom to wish her a happy birthday. She realized I was in my car and she became mad. She yelled at me, saying bad things about the artificial intelligence. She was walking down the street, going to work. I saw her crossing the street. I felt the car moving faster. Screams. I saw Mom lying on the floor. Blood.
The car stopped in the middle of the street, the door opened softly. I ran to her body, she was still breathing. She held my hand.
“Don’t cry…sweetheart… They want to…kill everyone who doesn’t use auton… those cars. They kill people who don’t think like them.”
Her hand felt on the floor. She was dead.
