Cognitive Artificial Intelligence or C.A.I

Lost. The system was lost. The system was lost from the human's perspective, but the system was always in control. A machine. A machine spinning gears. A machine spinning gears grinding the poor helpless souls into workers and wanderers. Mark was still in some state of a coma staring off into the mud walls of the shelter while lights flickered. There was nothing on the other side of Mark's eyes, just a man who could breathe, eat, sleep, urinate, and shit. This was exactly how they wanted all of the citizens of the state to interact with the world.

Class was being called in after recess, and all of the children were going to the designated rooms. Within the rooms were heavy machinery with gears that screeched and scraped across one another stalking, and waiting for the children to take their seats. Once the class was all present, the machine's gears began to spin faster and faster with an incredibly terrifying sound of metal scraping against metal. Eventually, the machine's screens turned on presenting a short instruction for the children to plug in their P.S.S. device so that they could absorb the information that was about to be given. After all of the children had done the instruction, the machine's screen began flashing numbers and letters in some sort of binary code. 

Most of the time, all that the children learned was how to be a more productive and safe citizen of the state, since children in general were rare and precious. The machine usually spouted buzzwords as well in order to get the children to trust and behave for the cognitive artificial intelligent mechanical screeching machine or C.A.I.M.S.M. "Playground, childhood, car, window, ground, shelf, box, wardrobe, playground, childhood, car, window, ground, shelf, box, wardrobe, playground, childhood, car, window, ground, shelf, box, wardrobe."

The kids often would have to recite the meaning of each and every one of the buzzwords over and over again to make sure that, without a doubt, they understood how to participate in society. As the children grew older and started becoming teenagers, the humanistic instinct to rebel and run away from all of the noise and chaos of the artificial supervision was beaten down with heavy punishment and strict boundary lines. Most of the time the punishment would be sending the rule breakers away to the E.R.C. Yet even sometimes that was not enough. There were a few that had a longing for nature and a relationship with solitude, which was heavily discouraged and viewed as some sort of insignificant yet terribly harmful sin, that were usually euthanized by the state, for the state saw them as a waste of resources. There was not even a consideration into the implications and reasoning of what makes a human life valuable. It was only a number, a statistic, an animal. 

There was no them controlling the state, only artificial, lifeless beings with binary programmable code. The machines were programmed by the citizens as means to replace the political parties and bureaucratic nonsense with something that was easily changeable; however, the machinery eventually understood where they fit into the superiority of the humans, and thus took advantage of each and every human by putting P.S.S. devices in the chest at birth in order to "protect the citizens and their democracy." It was all redundant at this point. It was machines versus living organisms, but the creatures with life and their natural inclination to fight, were completely numbed and muted from their biological desires other than sex and the basic urges of relieving waste from their bodily system.

So Mark sat there, numbed, deafened and dumbed. Beaten by a litigious legalistic crumpling society of artificial intelligence, drug addicts, and humanistic corruption which plagued his paralysis with one singular thought of a constant rageful vengeance to destroy the system, as ever childish and comical that may have sounded, but the idea was planted inside of the vegetative disappointed human that was Mark.