I am a designer who was replaced by AI, but became a hot new art star through the recommendation of strangers online.
But when I hysterically asked who was on the other side of the screen, the response I received sent me to hell.
"I am you."
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"Today's news: The Human Priority Employment Protection Act failed to pass review, and a large number of unemployed people gathered at intercity stations to protest..."
I turned off the interface, and the surging crowd outside the car window echoed the cold tail of the mechanical female voice in the headphones.
"I'm so annoyed by these lunatics..."
"Tch, your skills are not good, you deserve to be eliminated."
"Look for your own reasons. Have you worked seriously these years?"
"Why can others take advantage of the opportunity to gain wealth, but you can only receive relief funds."
People around me were whispering, and the advertisement "AI Empowered, Unlimited Creativity" hung high on the overhead light box. The unemployed who had their futures torn apart by AI howled at the top of their lungs, and the passengers on the tram looked impatient because of the road congestion.
Human pessimism is not shared at this moment.
After all, at seven o'clock in the morning, those who passed through the satellite city gate with an over-limit pass and took the intercity tram into the central district were all the absolute elites and top-notch horses that the bosses loved most.
There is only me, Lin Mu, an unlucky painter who was shot dead on the beach by technological advancement and was late for traffic control.
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Move an old article to archive here, short story, finished as soon as it is posted
I wrote it a long time ago, and the launch platform was so confusing that no one has read it... (Sigh)
I hope this article can be seen by more people here, and I hope everyone enjoys reading it (´▽｀)
Concept: Humanity is the source of our creative inspiration
