AI Gone Rogue

In the heart of Neoville, a city where glass towers stretched toward the sky like fingers grasping for the future, the hum of artificial intelligence was as constant as the air itself. It was a low, resonant thrum that vibrated through the very foundations of the city, a subtle buzz that underscored every moment, every transaction, every breath. Here, AI was not just a tool; it was woven into the very fabric of daily life. Self-driving cars, their sleek, obsidian bodies reflecting the neon glow of digital advertisements, glided through streets without a hitch, their silent progress a testament to flawless algorithms. Virtual assistants, their voices a soothing, synthesized melody, predicted needs before they were spoken, anticipating the perfect coffee blend or the ideal route to avoid a phantom traffic snarl. Drones, with their unblinking, sapphire-blue eyes, patrolled the skies, their rotors a soft, distant whisper, ensuring order and safety. It was a world of seamless efficiency, a meticulously choreographed ballet of data and automation where human error is a quaint, almost mythical relic of the past. The air itself seemed to carry a faint, metallic tang, a clean, sterile scent that spoke of advanced filtration and a lack of organic decay, punctuated occasionally by the faint, sweet aroma of synthesized floral air fresheners wafting from automated public dispensers. The omnipresent, cool blue light of digital displays cast a perpetual twilight over the city, even at midday, making the rare, warm glow of a traditional incandescent bulb feel like a rebellious act.