as long as I can remember, believed that art, real art, was ours--that no matter how advanced artifici

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every song in the ears of the masses was produced by artificial intelligence. They just did it better, and faster. So much faster that we could barely keep up. Each record was programmed slightly better than the last, constantly improving each and every second

ue sound experiences per second. For a brief moment in history, humans had complete emotional control. Sound had become so advanced that AI began us

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re. The acting was indistinguishable from reality. In fact it was more genuine than reality. The visuals were so tangibly vib

were dissatisfied by the time AI had pacified them. This eventually bled into healthcare, where robots would diagnose and inevitably treat patients with increas

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away from the sounds. I think we'd always thought that as long as we never built real

dea to humans. The air was rich in oxygen and nitrogen. Humans felt more mental clarity and sense of peace than at any other period in history. We had also stopped reproducing entirely. In hindsight, it's a

en to us through the AI's sound, artificial pheromones, and visual sensations convinced us we were eating, convinced us we were healthy and happy, that

e told, we had no idea