The Singularity

3B238185-F303-4156-ABB1-A4113F02284B“Heed my warning,” the speaker said. “We are on the superhighway toward The Singularity. What is The Singularity, you ask? It is simply the hypothesis that the invention of artificial superintelligence, or ASI, will abruptly trigger runaway technological growth, resulting in unfathomable changes to human civilization.”

Not a sound could heard in the auditorium. The speaker continued “We are quickly approaching the hour when the robot will soon become ubiquitous in our society. Man and machine will merge. The human and the robot will look from one to the other and will not be able to determine which is flesh and blood and which is electronic.

“Oh, it won’t be all bad,” the speaker said. “These robots will be durable, close to indestructible. They will do the jobs that humans either cannot or will not do. They will also be beautiful and sensual and can be available to help you to spice up your life and to satisfy your carnal desires.”

There were some chuckles among the audience at the talk of sexy robots. But then the speaker leaned in and said in a booming voice, “Do not be so easily seduced. Do not allow the allure of sex toys and slave labor to poison your common sense. The Singularity is a noose around your collective necks. This is not the inheritance you should want to leave to the generations that follow.”

The chuckles turn to angry shouts. “We must stop The Singularity,” the speaker shouted. “We cannot permit runaway technology to fundamentally change humanity. It is an affront to our Lord, the Creator, and it must be stopped. The machines must be destroyed before it’s too late.”

The crowd was on its feet, chanting “Destroy the Machines” as meeting monitors handed out laser blasters and tiki torches to the assembled.

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge, The Word of the Day Challenge, the Ragtag Daily Prompt, Your Daily Word Prompt, Daily Addictions, Scotts Daily Prompt, and for the Three Things Challenge, where the things are poison, noose, and inheritance.

And yes, I know, these prompts were all from yesterday, September 1st, but I was late getting a round tuit.

The New World


“May God have mercy on his soul,” the minister said just before they injected the fatal cocktail into the man’s arm.

“He has no soul,” an angry woman said loudly to the others who were witnessing the execution.

“If there really was a god,” another said, “how could he have allowed someone to commit such a heinous crime?”

“There are bad people out there,” said yet another observer.

“I can’t stand it,” said a sobbing woman from the back of the observation room. “My son wasn’t a bad man.”

“Well,” said the man sitting beside her, “he should have known better. It’s no longer permissible to criticize the president. And what he posted in his blog was pretty strong.”

“He was just a foolish blogger,” she said.

“The Ministry of Information has super computers that use artificial intelligence to scan every blog post or news article posted. They’re looking for anything that in any way might be viewed as derogatory about the president,” the man explained. “Those journalists and bloggers who get tagged are rounded up and imprisoned…or worse.”

The woman began sobbing even harder. “Who would have thought back in 2016 that openly criticizing the President of the United States would be punishable by lethal injection?”

“It’s a whole new world out there,” the man said.

Written for today’s one-word prompt, “mercy.”