Today is Day 3158.
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Today is Day 3158.
We who can still review our own code without outsourcing our critical thinking skills to a LLM are few and far between.
Cell phones have become completely useless due to a mix of Generative AI-assisted robocalling and tech recruiters desperate for a mind unmuddled by the psychosis that AI wrought upon humanity. My phone rings; I don't answer.
The corporate news media has become unrecognizable in the past 3 years.
I almost miss hearing that the Constitution has just been successfully overturned by the Republican Party. They're discussing their plans for slavery and genocide with a matter-of-fact voice. Naturally, I'm on the list of targets, but there is no escape.
This was all normalized in the 2020s, because resisting authoritarianism was too inconvenient, and we believed the AI-generated slop that polluted our culture.
The machines didn't have to rise up to destroy us. We fell into our own shadow.
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Today is Day 3158.
We who can still review our own code without outsourcing our critical thinking skills to a LLM are few and far between.
Cell phones have become completely useless due to a mix of Generative AI-assisted robocalling and tech recruiters desperate for a mind unmuddled by the psychosis that AI wrought upon humanity. My phone rings; I don't answer.
The corporate news media has become unrecognizable in the past 3 years.
I almost miss hearing that the Constitution has just been successfully overturned by the Republican Party. They're discussing their plans for slavery and genocide with a matter-of-fact voice. Naturally, I'm on the list of targets, but there is no escape.
This was all normalized in the 2020s, because resisting authoritarianism was too inconvenient, and we believed the AI-generated slop that polluted our culture.
The machines didn't have to rise up to destroy us. We fell into our own shadow.
My phone rings again. A family member, allegedly. I know better, of course.
A moment later, a voicemail appears in my inbox. "Curious, I disabled that."
I slide my phone into a Faraday cage without a second thought.
"Must be another government-sanctioned zero-click exploit, meant to snitch on my location so ICE can whisk me away to a black site," I think aloud as I pack my belongings. Better tell the safehouse operators to lay low for the next few weeks.
On the way to the bus station, a stranger begs me for bitcoin and holds up a QR code on his phone. I pause for a moment, and offer him $10 in cash. He frowns and calls me a slur as he walks away. His buddies around the corner, ready to jump me to try to steal a cryptocurrency wallet I do not have, sigh as they move onto another mark.
I sigh as well, staring at the floor as the bus begins to move. The person next to me is making cute faces to post on Meta's new social media platform.
I forget the name. I refuse to use it, all the same.
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My phone rings again. A family member, allegedly. I know better, of course.
A moment later, a voicemail appears in my inbox. "Curious, I disabled that."
I slide my phone into a Faraday cage without a second thought.
"Must be another government-sanctioned zero-click exploit, meant to snitch on my location so ICE can whisk me away to a black site," I think aloud as I pack my belongings. Better tell the safehouse operators to lay low for the next few weeks.
On the way to the bus station, a stranger begs me for bitcoin and holds up a QR code on his phone. I pause for a moment, and offer him $10 in cash. He frowns and calls me a slur as he walks away. His buddies around the corner, ready to jump me to try to steal a cryptocurrency wallet I do not have, sigh as they move onto another mark.
I sigh as well, staring at the floor as the bus begins to move. The person next to me is making cute faces to post on Meta's new social media platform.
I forget the name. I refuse to use it, all the same.
As the bus reaches city limits, government thugs swarm it for their routine check. Everyone tenses up, passports in hand, as they prepare to answer a litany of questions about why they're headed from Hartford to Boston today.
Today, their wrath is focused on a five year old child that cannot stop crying. The agent pulls his sidearm and shoves it in the mother's eye socket, screaming loudly to shut her "crotch goblin" up before he paints the bus window with both of their brains.
Nobody says anything to stop them. Everyone is too afraid.
ICE is the only authority anywhere these days.
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As the bus reaches city limits, government thugs swarm it for their routine check. Everyone tenses up, passports in hand, as they prepare to answer a litany of questions about why they're headed from Hartford to Boston today.
Today, their wrath is focused on a five year old child that cannot stop crying. The agent pulls his sidearm and shoves it in the mother's eye socket, screaming loudly to shut her "crotch goblin" up before he paints the bus window with both of their brains.
Nobody says anything to stop them. Everyone is too afraid.
ICE is the only authority anywhere these days.
"Why are you traveling to Boston?" the thug eyes me suspiciously.
"Work," I respond clearly.
"What do you do for work?" he asks as he scans my passport and takes a photo of my face.
"Prompter," I lie convincingly. "Are you interested in what the latest Claude model can do?"
He hands me my ID back and then asks the social media influencer next to me.
"You an onlyfans girl?" he asks without regard for his own routine.
"N-no," she says nervously. She must not be used to this.
"Well if you change your mind," he begins.
He thinks he's flirting. But it's hard to flirt with someone with an AR-15 hanging from your vest and a license to use it with absolute impunity.
The first of many checkpoints is cleared.
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