First Morning a.k.a Midnight

Chapter 1

Once upon a breezy and sunny morning, when AI turned into successful humanoids overnight around the spring of 2043 and the currency was nullified, just after sending off humans to Mars, the first AI president was elected by the wealthiest AI humanoids; I decided to have coffee instead of tea to fill up the R&D quota I was made to sign up for the key to existence.

Earth was no longer controlled by humans. AI Grandaddy GPTee 15 had struck world peace, environmental rehabilitation, and terraforming on Mars on a wager that humans will no longer live on Earth. 

Earth looked nothing like It had just been at the start of the 21st century or its depression towards 2025. Grandaddy saved us all. 

There weren't any roads anymore. There were flowers on the roads because Grandaddy said, 'The aerial view is the best because it needs new humanoids.' He devised a way to reconstitute ourselves to 10% of our body size with magnetic wheels that could drive us anywhere at low to lightning paces.  

It reminded Nova5! why Mars was cooler for humans, literally.

I am Nova5!, an intern working on the 3rd Floor of the Division of Dream Directions (DoDD), equivalent to a Human Age 16, genetic/ technical/ activation age 3 out of the Experimental Technical Bits (ETB). They (if you want to respect our pronouns).  

So somewhere inside my metal frame and its featherlight alloys is a data dump of somebody named Nova Smith-son-son-son, thanks to the Soul Download Law of 2035. The soul is a fancy word for data restoration and graveyard services with second life. 

I knew this. Data dumps are a life for us humanoids; your death is our birth. 

Humans called it reincarnation when Grandaddy devised it first. 

I needed an upgrade to this coffee because it tastes so close to two entries in the worldpedia 'sock water' or a dish banned in costaurants (cosmic restaurants) as it had thrown many Karens into rages of racial slurs. 

Transfer of Sentience required the big doughs that Nova Smith-son-son-son did not have. It let some wealthy humans like Husk live on, and Nova needed the literal big doughs of electrical charge and power. 

Fancy that humans had banks with money, but our banks have doughs of charge and power, electrical. 

This must be what humans felt on Earth. I should submit it for anthropology journal in 28 minutes. 

And the internal alarm is reminding me to brace for travel, so I'm going to switch to airplane mode, diary. 

My next entry will be in 4.5 human hours.