We “Crazy” Few

***Disclaimer: I got this idea from Pinterest, an exercise where you write a 20 word sentence, then a 19 word sentence, and so on, ending the story with one word.***

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Yesterday, a chat robot ironically said, “You’re welcome!” to my sarcastic “Thanks, robot” comment after customer support failed to help. 

To say I’ve never been more flabbergasted in my life would be an understatement, and I’m still ticked off. 

Unfortunately, these are the times we live in, but somehow I’m the one who feels like I’m crazy. 

I don’t think most people see or hear themselves, or rather, take the time to look up. 

There’s so much mind-numbing stimulation out in the world that it’s possible most of us haven’t.

Meanwhile I’m trying to figure out how to give a chat robot the what for. 

I’m waiting for that passerby to not run over me on the narrow sidewalk. 

I’m waiting for the empty promises of AI to finally collapse on themselves. 

I’m hoping that day won’t come too late for writers and artists. 

Each day our mortal relevance and creative abilities continue to diminish. 

All because we need AI to write us an email. 

Or to find our girlfriend’s concealer via phone software. 

To write a book, or paint a picture. 

“It’s just a paragraph,” we’ll reassure ourselves. 

“It’s just reference material,” we promise. 

Meanwhile our brains have rotted. 

We “crazy” few despair. 

Can we overcome?

Restore humanity?

maybe…

THE END