
Found footage from an antique 2000s camcorder. A hologram sings the blues in the last dive bar that still books them. The city sleeps through its own extinction.
This is what we got instead of the singularity: Perfect coffee. Predictive algorithms. Drone deliveries. And the creeping realization that you're the bug, not the feature.
When the machines became perfect, nobody threw a party.
When efficiency peaked, nobody celebrated.
When AI never slept, nobody thanked it.
They just stopped calling you.
One hologram. One song. One question you're too scared to ask:
What are you for?
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