Remaining Fire

I closed my eyes and the world was burning; when I opened my eyes, the steel had a smile and the code learned to embrace. This peace is as gentle as a dream, as perfect as a program that never goes wrong - but in the world of 0s and 1s, no one wakes up for no reason. When AI becomes your tool, your friend, and your controller, will your life and death only depend on its/his/her/his thoughts? Without this lonely and stubborn remnant, what would be the future of this world?