“A Collapse We Can Dance To”
In the disturbingly near
future
Jodi stopped her cart and
listened for a few moments. Turning to
her wife Emily, she asked, “Did this song just have something about ‘sledding
pine trees?’ As if the trees were on sleds going downhill?”
Emily dropped a bag of
carrots into the cart. She shrugged and
said, “Hey, if you tell AI to write a new Christmas song, it just grabs
everything – snowmen, presents, reindeer, mistletoe, and, um, a partridge in a
pear tree – and jams it all together.
Resulting in an incoherent mess where pine trees enjoy sledding.”
Jodi sighed, and starting
walking again.
“I’ll say this,” Emily
said, “at least it’s different. You’ve
never had to work some place like this where you want to blow your brains out
after listening to different versions of the same ten songs hour after hour
after hour.” Emily listened for a moment and started swaying. “At least it’s got a good beat.”
Jodi snorted. “It heralds the collapse of society, but at
least we can dance to it.”
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