The people even justified the approach: “If we’re going to be ruled by clowns, lets at least get some fun from them.”

Apparently, everything was okay, a bit too much okay, you might say. There was no screaming, no laughing, no running to catch the bus, no begging, no dog poo on the ground, no pickpockets harassing the tourists….

No matter how technological human life has become in this twenty-first century we are living through, irrespective of whether people have landed on Mars, independently of humans possibly coexisting with robots or generative AI…

A few weeks had passed since the rebellion led by Dara had made the whole world e-brain system collapse. People were still celebrating the euphoric outbreak of freedom in the streets. Nobody knew what to do next, but freedom is a feeling so intense that it doesn’t let you think about anything else.

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After exiting the bus, Yuri crossed Broadway and pushed through the door of a modern-day Café Baudequin. It paled in comparison.

The mind of a pragmatist runs differently than that of a romantic.

Unaware of these different types, Angelika exited Münchener Hauptbahnhof, pushing her small Spinner Suitcase with her right Hand and gripping the Handbag on her Shoulder with her left.

Angelika didn’t understand how she could be in her current State. She had done everything right: gone to Universität, studied, found a well-paid Job with good Career Prospects. The Barriers had been dismantled. She was treated as an Equal.

Anxious, unsettled, Angelika knew she had to salvage a modicum of sanity from the uncertainty. Her boyfriend had gone AWOL again; her colleagues at work aggravated her; she wasn’t sleeping well; migraines plagued her. What a way to spend the last days of youth in what was allegedly one of the most desirable places on earth.