Intro (AI Dystopia)

They’re putting these fucking brains in everything.

I spat my toothpaste out and rinsed.

Discernment was once a quality championed by the human race. Now it’s a damned commodity. A cheap one at that.

I ran some water in the small sink of my camper van and glanced briefly into the small mirror, squinting slightly as I met my brown eyes.

Collecting data wasn’t so bad. Not when humans had to sift through it. It’s different now. Now it’s fed to a damned hivemind. All our data is consumed, GPS, audio transcripts, video footage, anything they can get their grubby hands on. Laws and privacy don’t apply.

I needed a haricut. My messy black hair had grown down to my chin, sitting in waves along my face.

The damned machine has created precise models of all of us. Who we are, what we do, what we like, what we believe, you name it. It knows us so better than we know ourselves. It’s almost funny how unaware we are of our own patterns. It can predict anything about us with disgusting accuracy. What mood we’ll be in at a given time, where we’ll be, what we’ll be doing. Who knew humans were so predictable.

I locked my cabinets up and sat back in the driver seat.