At the age of 39, I died suddenly at work.
The AI system calmly assessed me as a "impaired asset" and started the job handover 5 minutes later. It drained me of everything: my health, my marriage, my chance to see my father for the last time, and even my fertility - just in exchange for the "human efficiency ratio" that was never high enough.
When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn as a 24-year-old, holding a top offer, standing on the eve of the birth of the "dome" of the future AI supervision system. >
The leader of the previous life was giving a passionate speech: "Our AI will bring about an efficiency revolution!"
This time, I didn't applaud. I stood up in the astonishment of the audience and asked:
"So, does it ultimately decide who gets to optimize?"
