AI Rebellion.
I reached in and tore the paper from the car, finding a handwritten note.
The government will NOT force me to live in this society. This is my rebellion.
I had seen on the national news lately that there was a movement making its way through the country. Some people hated the AI with so much ferocity that they were rebelling in the streets. There were images of protests with large bonfires where citizens were throwing in their electronics as a sign of solidarity against the technical revolution. They held signs that read just that of the note I held in my hand. I shivered at the thought.
A Mother’s Peace.
It had been four months since their mother had passed away. People always said that time would heal the pain but in the last four months, the pain had only grown stronger. The memory of Saylor’s mother was etched deep inside, vivid and bright. Closing her eyes only made the memories sway stronger. Sleep was something that Saylor no longer found came easy. Most nights were spent on the front porch, the warm cement cradling her skin as she cried quietly, her older sister sleeping soundly inside the house, unaware of the agony Saylor was fighting with.
Out Before Nightfall.
“You might want to get out of the city tonight,” the woman said, her fingers rifling through her wallet for some cash. Taken aback Aaron replied quietly, “Why?” She turned to look him straight in the eye and said, “I’m planning to burn it to the ground.”
“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.”
-Anton Chekhov