“Wakey-wakey, citizen,” your AI purrs.

A cheerful, probably copyrighted jingle plays.
“It’s a beautiful day to be obedient!”

You sit up, not by choice. Your AI calculated the optimal wake-up time, factoring in dream length and pillow drool.

“Big day ahead! Promotion odds: 99.9%. Tooth-brushing: 2 minutes. Starting… now.”

You brush. Mint foam. Auto-pilot. You smile in the mirror because the AI says it boosts serotonin.

Every moment is planned for peak happiness and zero thinking.
No fear. No failure. No free will.

Same for everyone: AI installed at birth.

Today: promotion.
Tonight: Honey, your perfectly matched maybe-soulmate.

All that’s left? Breakfast and picking clothes that scream, “I’m stable and ready to ascend.”

You step into the kitchen, ready for your usual “optimal Monday breakfast.”
“You have 15 minutes to eat,” your AI chirps. “Your perfect choice today is…”
Silence.
You blink. Wait. Nothing.
No food suggestion. No calories calculated. No enthusiastic reminder to chew thoroughly.
Panic hits.
“What should I eat?” you whisper.
No response.
You bite your lip. Your hands tremble. Is this... fear? You’ve read about it in historical dramas.
Not today. Not on promotion day.
You check the time. Seconds are slipping. Your life is built on precision and... pancakes?
Do you open the fridge and wing it?
Or search for the AI manual and pray it has a “please fix my brain-parent” section?