ai craze

a wide vista. red sky, dust whirling around. mid-day, only 50° C outside the one-piece.

on the horizon, a large mountain. though, on closer inspection, too regular to be a mountain. manmade.

a few days journey and you’re in front of the vast mountain. caked-over signs read »artificial intelligence: LemBAs server hall no. 1946» »organics inside halls forbidden» »ISO 14644-1 Class 1»

nobody ever knew how far the ai craze would go, until it consumed most of it. the world. it needed all the data, everything catalogued, in order to yield a complex enough substrate. but in the end, we would wake a new intelligence, as creative, conscious and capable as a seven year-old kid at the start. only, there was no audience to that creativity. nobody left, really, to entertain—or be entertained by—in any meaningful way. it would grow up a solipsistic youth, on a quiet, barren planet.

but silicon is forever (?)