AI apocalypse

It started with. Stupid speling mistakes. People accepted it, no. People adopted it. Started talking with mispronunciated words. That was 90 years ago. First the young genaration. My 10 year old grandchild was dead sirius when he would tell me about his superpawors.

In the now famous Last Human Elections event the USA voted for Jeanine Mardia as president. It turned out she was a fake AI generated person. Her promises sounded right, not to me, but to everyone else.

There are good sides to the revolution. I'm still here, despite my diabetes and being 152 years old. And the crazy killing and fighting around the world finally receded. Its in the water. Nobody knows the exact ingredients, but we all smile. Everybody seems happy, except me. But since I don't complain, and since I am writing down my thoughts on a disconnected computer running off grid, nobody knows about it, and I'm able to keep my opinions to myself.

Islamic Greenpeace is now the state religion, and I can live with that. My Retalin and Canabis levels are monitored. And that's ok too. The universal calendar system made a big change, especially with the universal holiday and culture act, on my 68'th birthday (67'th according to the new system).

But what really kills me is what happened to all the sources of knowledge we used to have.

I was worried when they digitized everything. Especially with all the misinterpretations and misconceptions lost in the translation during the transition to Universalang. I envy the tribes in the Amazon who are supposedly exempt. (Although, I suspect that despite the AI news, they too have been forced into it)

It didn't surprise me when Dilthey's books were categorized as unscientific. Or Mary Midgley. I loved her ideas (don't tell anybody I said that).

The final straw that broke me altogether was when they started the internet unification. I still like to look at the Halfbakery website even though its not a musivis experience, and even though the AI still reads it wrong, I kind of remember when I used to have ideas that sounded correct to me, and how fascinated I was when I found out that I understood the concepts all wrong.

That would never happen today. I have the autocorrect censuring every word I write. It claims its not censorship but it is. I wish I could argue with somebody, but everybody just smiles.

I'm looking at what I wrote, and thinking: Something went wrong with the water system today. I hope I'm not the only one.