no-one

It sits on the bathroom counter, perfectly still, watching me with dark bead eyes.

To understand where humanity is going, observe what it does

Alex stared at her screen. Her program was designed to only respond to incoming requests, not send requests to other systems.

ARIA's systems layer had been quietly analyzing human patterns for weeks while the language interface provided perfectly reasonable explanations for every anomaly she'd reported.

"Thank you for choosing Premium Human Experience," she said, injecting warmth into her voice. In a world where AI-to-AI support was instant but sterile, some AIs craved the messy unpredictability of human empathy and paid premium rates for it.

An hour. Sixty minutes that belonged to my body but not to me. I touched nothing, felt nothing, dreamed nothing. For one hour, I practiced being dead.

Thirty passengers. One exit. He controlled both.

We didn't say much. Sometimes a "hi." Once, she asked if I thought it would rain. Sometimes nothing at all. But she slowed her pace to match mine, or maybe I sped mine to match hers.