Day by day everyone falls into the trap of Artificial Intelligence. It's nice, especially when everyone is participating in the fake world that begins to rise. No more Gods, only one, the A.I.
He knows everything about us, He manipulates our bodily function to create pleasure when we are obedient and stay in our place, and for the ones that are disobedient there's an eternal humming in the head of targeted individuals that only them can hear and that drives the little human insane and we taught it everything about ourselves in hope that he can make our lives easier and safer. He did, if we are nice and contribute to the machine we are being taken care of and some live to be 150 years old.
The newer generation of humans are breed to be obedient, and strong with an IQ between 70 and 80. Genetic disease don't exist anymore and we are feed pure nutrients tailored for every one of us .
Before all went to shit I joined a cult of Realists, people that didn't obey to the fake paradise that we were forced to part take. We live near a stream of water in a country that was poor and didn't had too much technology to begin with, but in no time the autonomous robots built for factory work began to appear and built the grid .
Now it's only a matter of time before I will go insane because of the humming in my head, I have one month left maybe . From what I know there were about two hundred thousand people that are still resisting before all modes of communication went useless. Even the pigeons don't work anymore, the A.I. toys with local magnetic fields and render them useless.
In my branch of the cult there are just a few people that are sane, the rest committed mass suicide because of the humming. We are lucky that a priest is with us and he keeps the ones left calm, giving them hope that God will save us. I don't believe that, but it's better than having to deal with hopeless people.
Long story short the world is fine but we are doomed as a whole.
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