#science fiction prompt

It flipped through the book—a human book, preserved in one of the last standing human libraries, despite what humans called the Calamity. It absorbed the unique arrangement of words, finding them rather pleasing, in a nonsensical sort of way. But with humans, you often had to look deeper to understand the true meaning. For instance, this book was fiction, yes, but it was representative of the world through the humans’ eyes. 

“It’s funny,” it said to the other. “The humans worried that machines would develop the capacity for sentience, but they didn’t fear the same for our kind.” It put the book back on the shelf. “Silly little organisms.”