It is natural to see life progressing to reach the highest stages of development, as it is known that humans are selfish creatures and always strive for the next, even if this is at the expense of what is available at the present time.
There is nothing wrong with being who you are. All you need is to find a way to adapt to your surroundings, especially if you were born before the era of modern technology or what is called the "supreme generation," where humanity has reached the highest levels of development, with the help of artificial intelligence technologies that have revolutionized the world of technology since 2020.
It could be said that artificial intelligence is much older than this, but in 2020, it became more effective than ever, capable of communicating with humans to an acceptable degree. With the advancement of technology and the world of technology, artificial intelligence evolved with it, and by 2071, artificial intelligence had become a key component of human life.
51 years of development and modification resulted in an artificial Intelligence capable of alleviating human burdens and facilitating their lives. Some use it for study, others for work, etc.
But with the development of this technology, it has become a major demand of high-profile figures, and we are talking about [heads of state and government].
Over the years, AI-based devices have been built. This means they can build even bigger, more effective powered devices, and integrate them with AI, such as… things that can be useful in warfare?
In 2027, a disaster occurred at one of the oil ports in the Jinor city . This incident is so famous that it is still remembered to this day. A massive fire broke out, killing everyone present… burning them to ashes, leaving nothing to identify them.
The Investigation into this incident continued for three years, and in 2030, the perpetrator was finally arrested after a struggle by the detectives and the police with this case . After investigating him, they discovered that he had caused the accident without being there at all. He had developed a special artificial intelligence program, and somehow… he was able to infiltrate the main building of the port. There using a USB flash , he downloaded the artificial intelligence program and installed it perfectly so that it would not be visible to anyone.
Three nights later, the incident occurred with a powerful explosion in the main building, which led to a massive fire fueled by the abundant quantities of imported oil on the tankers. When asked about the connection between the artificial intelligence he developed and the incident, he simply and coldly replied: "The artificial Intelligence did it on its own. I programmed it to destroy all the electrical circuits in the building at the same time."
What he did was truly horrific, but for some reason, some eyes were captivated by the young man's idea: an artificial intelligence capable of doing something like this with specific commands? It's something unique and intriguing, no doubt, and it's what began humanity's attempts to develop artificial intelligence sufficient to be an assistant to humans. This doesn't mean providing information, but rather building "AI-powered robots." This could take humanity to a whole new level, where difficult tasks could be delegated to these robots while humans rest. Humanity's progress to this point is truly impressive, but as is well known, things don't always go as planned.
By 2065, unemployment It started to rise dramatically due to the widespread use of AI-powered robots, which have proven their efficiency and utility, and that they offer better levels than humans in most jobs. This has led to the abandonment of human labor, especially those working in construction, retail, and other fields, and the retention of only those with technical expertise.
By 2071, the current time, humans had already become mere parasites to the world, especially after artificial intelligence became the dominant force, occupying 80% of positions. Only the powerful still hold their positions to this day, along with other figures. As for those destined to live in this new life, which embodies the image of the Middle Ages in the modern era, [the common people].
"It's already midnight. How long do you intend to stay awake? Ron!"
In one of the shabby, cheap apartments for commoners, a woman's voice echoed as she addressed her son. It was Miss Mayuri Herald, a woman in her 40s, but she had maintained her attractive appearance throughout all these years. Looking at her, you'd think she was in her twenties, which was, of course, a very good thing.
"Ron! I'm talking to you here. Why aren't you answering me?"
Ron Herald, Mayuri Herald's only son, is no more than 19 years old. He's a teenage boy like any other, sitting on his bed in his room, which is cluttered with pictures of movie celebrities, toy posters, and other items. It's almost chaotic.
As a rule, at nine o'clock in the house, it's bedtime, and Mayuri taught her son Ron that. But today... Ron is up until twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and that's something Mayuri finds unacceptable.
Mayuri called out to her son to find out why he was awake that night. But for a brief moment, Mayuri sensed that something was wrong with her son, as he looked shocked. She approached him with steady steps and said in a softer voice than before,
"What's wrong, son?"
"Mom? How long have you been here?" Ron replied in surprise.
Mayuri's suspicions were confirmed by Ron's reaction. Something was definitely wrong. What made her even more worried was that her son's eyes looked as if they were about to burst from the intensity of their redness.
"Son, what's wrong? I'm calling you and you're not answering, and your eyes! Your eyes are bloodshot. Tell me what's happening!" she said, worried and scared.
"Ah, I had a strange dream. It felt so real that I could feel everything as if it were actually happening." Ron replied, holding his head.
"What do you mean? Tell me what you had a dream about." Mayuri said after she approached him and touched his shoulder.
"I dreamt... something. I was holding something in my hand, waving it nervously at something I couldn't clearly identify."
"I was waving it violently as if I were angry, and with every wave, my head felt like it was about to explode. Then I woke up with a sharp pain in my head," he said in a hoarse, exhausted voice.
"Ah, same thing again."
Not long ago, Ron began to exhibit some strange behavior. This usually occurred after waking up. He usually slept at night and woke up in this state in the morning, but tonight, things were different. He woke up in the middle of the night looking exactly the same.
His mother had been a bit strict in raising him, having been raising him alone since her husband mysteriously disappeared before she had even given birth Ron . Those were difficult times for her, but she endured them for the sake of her only son. Fortunately, her son wasn't a burden; he was obedient and listened to her. As he grew older, her strictness with him became less severe, and her tenderness toward him increased.
Seeing him in such a state every now and then was like a feverish knife slowly digging into her skin. She didn't know what to do. In this age where everything revolves around artificial intelligence and technological advancements, government and private agencies treat humans with disdain, considering them commoners.
"Okay honey , get up and take a shower, drink some water, and then go back to sleep when you feel better," she said in a gentle , motherly tone.
Ron nodded in response to his mother's words. He got up, washed up, drank some water, and then returned to his messy, untidy room. His mother had already left. so He didn't react because his head was still aching slightly.
"It's been like this for a week. The doctors at unlicensed health centers can't diagnose my condition."
"It would have been just a normal headache , but with a recurring dream, with each recurrence making my headache more severe than the last? That's definitely not normal."
Ron sat down on his bed in the middle of his room. To his side was a wooden nightstand with a single drawer, and right above it was Ron's personal phone.
"Ah, my head. Even looking at my phone is a little annoying."
"It's 12:25 AM, errrgh! WHY can't this happen to me in the MORNING? At least it'd be better than NOW!" Ron said that with anger .
Ron has a habit of going for a run in the morning, doing some flexibility exercises, and then, at seven o'clock, heading to the school down the street. Or so it goes.
"Where did my mom go, anyway? Maybe to her room? I'll go to check on her "
Ron left his phone on the table and headed to his mother's room. Their apartment isn't very large, as it's split over two floors. Upstairs, there are two bedrooms and a bathroom, and downstairs, there's the reception area combined with the kitchen. Given that they live in such modest accommodation, this is a normal situation.
His mother's room was next to his, so it only took him a few steps to reach her door. He knocked three times, as she'd taught him, but she didn't answer, so he opened the door and entered.
"The light's off. Maybe she's asleep." He turned the lights on.
"Or maybe she's not even here. It's okay... Changing conclusions won't hurt. I'm sorry!"
His mother's room was like his own; there was nothing special about it. The main difference between his room and hers, which he easily recognized, was that hers was tidy and scented, while his... looked like a World War II soldiers' den.
"Seeing this scene makes me feel a strong sense of shame for being the son of such a well-organized woman," he said, mocking himself in a low voice.
His eyes wandered around the room for a while; he only entered when his mother was there. But this time, he had entered alone. Nothing caught his attention.
"Huh? What is that?"
Or that wouldn't have happened if he hadn't focused on the small box protruding from under the bed.
Ron carefully pulled the wooden box out and noticed that it was clean, so he denied that his mother had been hiding it for a long time. In fact, the idea formed in his head that his mother was hiding something in it.
"I'm curious about what's inside this little box. A simple look won't hurt anyone."
Ron gently opened the box, finding some useless papers and scraps. and with surprise, he felt his mother had a strange hobby. But his fingers quickly touched something with a distinctive texture, revealing a notebook with a brown leather cover. Curious, he holds it , as soon as he holds it up to eye level and reads the first thing he sees.
"The Clan Register, the Immortal legacy...?"
when He just finished this sentence, a voice from the door spoke clearly, but it wasn't a shout. It was Mayuri , his mom .
"What are you doing , Ron?"
To be continued ....