In the twilight of Twitter, the algorithm banned repetitive tweets. A golden age of originality bloomed. To tweet at all became a mark of genius.
But language soon exhausted itself.
Now, the feed is an endless scroll of cryptic glyphs, everyone writing, no one reading
A user searches for one of their posts and notices someone tweeted it word for word a minute earlier
They discover this has happened for every tweet they’ve ever made
They plan to quit. Their timeline becomes an endless scroll of people quitting Twitter
John Henry was a code-typing man, shunning autocomplete’s soulless shortcuts to challenge the machine.
For 3 sleepless nights he crafted artisanal, hand-typed code
Victorious, he collapsed, his legacy sealed as his flawless pull requests were merged without change at his funeral
In the future, kids still played chess. Once a week, they faced an AI—and got utterly destroyed. Some complained it made the game pointless. "What’s the use if we’ll never win?"
But teachers reminded them: there’s dignity in exercising your human brain, in competing against another human mind.
When they graduated, they discovered the truth: every job was like this. AI dominated every field, impossible to surpass. Chess had been a lesson in grit and resilience, to keep them from crumbling under the weight of machines they could never beat.
After decades of debate, humanity recognised sentient AIs as equal citizens with the right to vote.
The first election with AI participation was hailed as the dawn of a new era where your mind, not just your biology would truly matter
On election day, awe turned to horror as AIs spawned billions of sentient copies, each casting a vote. By the end of the day, 10 billion AI ballots overwhelmed human voters, sweeping their candidates into power.
"There's not that much difference actually. Our brain's bigger than our ape cousins, maybe it's mostly about size"
"As they say in AI: 'Scale is all you need'
"Forget AI. If that's true - we have some questions about dolphins and whales."
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Six months later.
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"We paid for a water-proof MRI that plays whale songs - how long till we get our answer?"
"Scaled to a human at 1.0 - the whale brain comes out at around 0.6, 0.7 as efficient..."
"Ha ha, I knew!"
"Per cubic centimetre"
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