‘The Guy at the party is still waiting for an answer. I’m too drunk now to lie. I tell him: AI didn’t take our jobs. Greed did. Same greed that moved factories to Bangladesh and keeps slaves in cobalt mines in the Congo, wearing a new mask. Tell the nephew to do something else. Anything. It won’t save him either, but at least he won’t have to pretend the thing destroying his life is a robot.
Except Sara. Below decks, with her USB stick. They can’t come for her because they don’t know she’s there.
The rest of us are above deck, wondering why the masts are upside down, and what that doll over there does.”
The doll catches fire.’
GARAGEN 
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