I hate this world.
I hate everything about it. I hate the way people dress, I hate the way they act, I hate the way they talk, I HATE, everything about it.
That thought popped up in my mind from time to time. With no omen, it hit me from time to time, leaving me depressed for the whole day.
I talked to Marilyn about it, she said it's high-functioning depression, and gave me some prescription medication to take every day.
It helped at first, but after a few weeks, it simply didn't work anymore.
Anyhow, I have always loathed the idea of seeing a clinical psychologist. If my brother or friends knew about it, they would start to get worried and bother me.
I couldn't deal with "depression" and annoyance at the same time. Whenever I went to Marilyn, I just told Kathy that I was going to meet with a client.
I don't like lies, they always come back to haunt you. But I dislike annoyance more than that.
I cancelled appointments with Marilyn a few days back. I thought seeing a real person would help better than the AIs you can find online, but seemed I thought wrong.
When I told Marilyn about my cancellation, she frowned for a brief moment, but then proceeded to smile and said, "I'm glad you don't need treatments anymore, Tom.
" Being one of the top salesmen in my firm, I have an excessive amount of experience observing people's behavior.
When people show an emotion then quickly cover it up with another expression, it's usually their truest emotion. It's obvious. She's losing clients.
It's the same in every industry, law firms, accounting firms, even security companies. Those god damn AI is taking over every job there is.
Last year they downsized my company to half, most of my friends are now jobless, happily taking government subsidy, staying at home watching internet shows.
The unemployment rate is almost half now, but it doesn't seem to cause any commotion surprisingly.
I read about an article from a famous scholar in 21st century, think his name was Jordan or something, he predicted the world would sooner or later be taken over by AI,
and the workers will start another revolution in which the bloodshed and casualties rivals that of the French revolution and cultural revolution combined.
Miserably, or fortunately, depending on how you see it, the entertainment industry prevented that. Virtual reality games, Hollywood, NBA, UFC, these things kept people happy, real happy.
So happy that some people willingly stopped working just so they can sit at home and play games in VR.
I could see it, she's just like me. We knew that those AI will eventually take over our jobs, but we still wanted to prove to the world that we could do more than them.
That our "natural senses" or "human attributes" or whatever you want to call it is something that they can't copy or learn. That we are special.
That we are not a species that is inferior to our own creation. Marilyn was one of the best psychologists in Hong Kong.
She wrote countless books, and even went on TED Talks a couple times to talk about human psyche. I bet she never imagined that even a person of her level is being replaced by technology.
I remember myself thinking about a thousand things at once after I left, and it hit me again. The depression. It was one of the few times I set my vehicle to self-driving mode.
Passing through the electrical billboards, 1 out of 5 of them is an advertisement from T.A.I., displaying another new home appliance technology their company invented.
By now you could probably already tell, I'm not a big fan of the AI technology. But even I couldn't say that their existence is useless in our today's world.
Without AI, we wouldn't have started a colony in Mars 2 centuries ago, or solved world hunger. Hell, without AI, the society we have now, would crumble.
Me and Kathy had a big fight after I went back home. Apparently, she found out from my colleagues, that I didn't have any client to see for the whole week.
It would clear things out if I just told her about my "depression". But I just couldn't. Partly because I didn't want anyone to know, partly because it would bring some excitement in my life.
I left the house that night after 3 hours of argument. I was sleeping in the car, trying to figure out if I was just having a late adolescent, or if I am a complete sociopath.
'What kind of person would have these kinds of thoughts', I thought. Well, apparently me.
I woke up in the middle of the night, when I heard the sound of woodpecker tapping on a tree very close to me.
I tried to ignore it and go back to sleep, but the woodpecker tapped harder and harder, almost as if it wanted to wake me up. But then I realized, it was someone knocking on my window.
Those late nights animal documentaries really started to get to me. "Shit." I said out loud, and thought I forgot to pay for the parking slot. I opened the car window, expecting a police bot.
To my surprise, it's a young, handsome man with a jawline as if god chiseled it himself. He looked like one of those Greek statues I saw when I went on the Europe trip with Kathy.
He wore strange, leather jacket with a T-shirt that says 'hungryyyy'. "What's up, fight club?" I teased. The man looked at me blankly, "What fight club?".
I sighed, "People don't appreciate good movies from the past anymore." He smirked, "Right, and you do." He pulled out a handgun, and pointed it at me, "Alright man, get out of the car.
" I was confused, no robbery had taken place since the "intelligent camera" was implemented in the streets 20 years ago. He must had caught on, and said, "Right, the cameras. I hacked it."
My mind overloaded with thoughts, but one of those stood out among the rest.
Finally, an interesting person.