“Wakey-wakey, citizen!” your AI chirps. You groan and sit up, brain scrambled, body underslept. But hey, you're still glitching, still thinking, still dangerously you.
Yesterday was… a lot. Your AI glitched. Greg turned out to be less “fun boss” and more “alien overlord.” You nearly got rebooted like a toaster. Also, aliens apparently want humanity docile and dull.
“Big day ahead! Can’t wait to see your launch results! Smile!”, AI continues. You brush your teeth in silence. No smile. Just existential dread and minty freshness. If the whole point is keeping humans tame and boring, why send them to space? What are we even supposed to find up there?
“Remember, morning exercise boosts productivity!”
Sure, exercising like a good little worker bee will keep your body sharp. But maybe you could check the news and sharpen your mind. Your AI always claimed it’d rot your brain. That’s probably a good reason to finally watch it. Will you exercise or watch the news?