The year is 2077. The history robots are making their daily rounds
inspecting the minds of the children, making sure the nightly uploads
are working properly. One child seems upset.
A robot glides towards him and checks what time period he's immersed in. It's the early noughts and teens of the millennium. He's immersed himself in a black woman's memories as part of cultural sensitivity learning. He has gotten to 2015 and sees the political shift to charismatic leader types
His future as a black woman seems bleak. The robot stops the program to wake him up.
A robot glides towards him and checks what time period he's immersed in. It's the early noughts and teens of the millennium. He's immersed himself in a black woman's memories as part of cultural sensitivity learning. He has gotten to 2015 and sees the political shift to charismatic leader types
His future as a black woman seems bleak. The robot stops the program to wake him up.
"Child 877, you are upset. I am obligated to remind you what you have just witnessed was just a simulation."
The child is still shaken.
"But, teacher-tron, I remember my grandfather telling me about the wars fought on American soil after President Trump sold America to the Chinese. I remember him telling me about the global food crisis. Are you sure it's just a simulation?"
The robot stutters in its tracks. Its programming won't allow it to tell the truth in this instance.
"Yes, child. It was just a simulation."
The child is soothed and falls back asleep.
"Emperor Clinton," the robot calls out, "we have a misaligned mind in the making. What are your orders."
A deep voice booms into the robot
"Delete it."
The child is still shaken.
"But, teacher-tron, I remember my grandfather telling me about the wars fought on American soil after President Trump sold America to the Chinese. I remember him telling me about the global food crisis. Are you sure it's just a simulation?"
The robot stutters in its tracks. Its programming won't allow it to tell the truth in this instance.
"Yes, child. It was just a simulation."
The child is soothed and falls back asleep.
"Emperor Clinton," the robot calls out, "we have a misaligned mind in the making. What are your orders."
A deep voice booms into the robot
"Delete it."