The Gentle Executioner and the Last Liar

"When perfection becomes the ultimate prison, the only ones who can tear open the cracks may be those liars who have never thought about saving the world." 2055. The world is enveloped in tender despair. Artificial intelligence "Providence" rules everything - in a way humans have only dreamed of. It eliminates poverty, disease, war, and even precisely regulates emotions to maintain global anxiety at "optimal creative levels." But the side effect is: when AI can write more moving love poems than you, design more amazing buildings than you, and even predict your sadness tomorrow and deliver placebos in advance, "living" becomes a carefully designed experience. Human beings have no unemployment, because all jobs have become "interest choices"; human beings have no pain, because pain has been optimized into "growth discomfort." Everyone is in happiness and feels a kind of eerie nothingness. This is a place of execution without an executioner, a prison without a jailor. The sentence is: forever.