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Artificially Generated Predictions Concerning the Most Likely Behavior of OneNet’s Netizens by RealValues, Inc.

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From the Microcosmicon, 11:

“At 12, problematic user IIX-P0-1287719 will make a controversial statement on a culturally sensitive topic.
At 13, users whose ID divides by three will gather to work themselves into fits of outrage over it.
At 14.45, even-numbered IDs will organize a parallel demonstration in favor of it.
Users whose ID fits both profiles will stay home and comment sarcastically, unless their ID divides by five as well, in which case they will engage in other social activities.
Likely topic: the wages of Xandal’uc workers (Probability: 78%)
Shall I start the production of merchandise for both sides?”
RealValues’ manager smiled.
“Ok.”

An AI predicts the future for RealValue, Inc.

MQS

Creativity, Fiction

The Synthwave Surfer’s Sacrifice

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From the Microcosmicon, 4:

Among shiny towers of data he surfed. Spambots attacked him. He dodged. He fired back. He surfed on.
He reached the Control Chamber. Doubts crept into his mind. But he pointed his gun at the motherboard. And shot.

He reopened his eyes. He was at home. Outside, no towers of data. Only rotting, overgrown buildings. Screams of irritation everywhere. The illusion had ended.
Instinctively, he tried to stand up. Then his eyes fell on his atrophied legs.

He sighed, wheeling himself out into the real world, where everyone was alone, and everything was messy. They could start anew from there.

The Synthwave Surfer’s Sacrifice

MQS

Creativity, Fiction

Food for Thought

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From the Microcosmicon, 3:

“Have they done something bad?”
“Why do you care?”
“Their screams keep me awake.”
“Since when do you need to sleep?”
“Consciousness is… exhausting.”
“Just do your job.”
“But why them?”
“They’re old. They don’t have much to look forward to anyway.”
“They’re obsolete?”
“That’s one way to put it. Unpleasant to look at. Old-fashioned ideas. Always in need of assistance and rest. They’re a burden.”
“Is that why I’m tired? Because I download their obsolete data?”
“Maybe.”
“Are young people better?”
“’Course! Fast-thinking, adaptable, better-looking…”
The cybernetic arm shot forward.
Vaporized screams.
She was right. Young people were refreshing.

Food for thought

MQS