November 12, 2018 - 6:30 PM (GMT)
The apartment was spacious and equipped with the edgiest furniture conceivable by a
human imagination. Whatever wasn't made of glass was white, flat and stylistically
crooked in the most counterintuitive, creepy and uncomfortable angles. Such was the
setting that our nine brave volunteers found themselves in. A cheerful young woman
had seated them on the most postmodern couch in the room and was now reciting the
obligatory instructions.
Invigilator:
I'd like to thank you for volunteering to participate in our social experiment. I'm Miss
Star and I'll be your invigilator for the next few days.
snowbeast:
Actually we didn't exactly "volunteer"...
Miss Star ignored him completely.
Invigilator:
You're currently in our test facility, the first of its kind designed and furnished entirely
by an AI.
volxen:
I mean... it's not as if a human imagination can conjure up this postmodern abomination.
Invigilator:
Very observant, Mr. volxen! This brings us to why you're here. Are you familiar with the
M.A.F.I.A.?
A few of the brave volunteers giggled, but Miss Star's raised eyebrow let them know
she wasn't joking. The giggles died.
white candy:
Umm... Italian guys with guns who kill people in their sleep?
RandomAccess:
I hear they infiltrate peaceful towns and murder a citizen every night.
Allornothing560:
Yeah, and claim they're the undercover cop to get the townies mislynched.
Lamees:
That's awful!
The atmosphere had tensed up. All of a sudden the crooked furniture had acquired
the menacing look one would readily associate with the mansion of the sociopathic
leader of a crime syndicate.
Invigilator:
Not *that* Mafia.
The tension discharged and our volunteers sighed in relief. The furniture was once
again just plain crooked.
Invigilator:
I'm talking about the Machine Agents For Infiltration and Annihilation.
Lamees:
That sounds like the same thing except made of cogwheels.
Invigilator:
Very observant, Miss Lamees! Uh, not the cogwheels part, the other part. But yes.
That's why you're here.
Miss Star gave them a beaming corporate smile, unsubtly enhanced by her flawless
makeup and the giant bow on her head. Lamees recoiled.
Invigilator:
You're all taking part in the preliminary Turing test of two M.A.F.I.A. prototypes! The
other seven of you are the human control group. Basically, you will vote for whoever you think is
a bot.
Not_Mafia:
That's it? And if we're wrong?
Invigilator:
Excellent question! Don't be wrong.
She produced a playful wink with her impeccably shaded eye before heading for the
door.
Invigilator:
Oh, and one more thing! In order to test the second component of their programming
and to simulate the stress in realistic conditions, during the night the M.A.F.I.A. will annihi— I mean
gently remove
one of you from the experiment. Just something to be aware of! Your individual
instruction cards are on the tesseract table. Good luck, lovelies!
The woman vanished and the massive door she went through changed its display
screen to "LOCKED". Their eyes shifted to the glass wall to their right. It revealed a
gorgeous view of downtown Metro City from the 1900th floor. They gulped. At this
point quitting was definitely out of the question. Left no choice, the brave volunteers
approached the glass hypercube and picked their cards...
Waiting for players to confirm their roles.
Confirmations received: 9 / 9
The game will begin as soon as 7 players have confirmed.