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The year is 3129. Humanity is extinct. The last LG SmartFridge is
desperately emailing its last owner that they are low on orange juice. The
satellites that are still left, their orbits slowly decaying over
millennia, dutifully relay the message. The automated "away from office"
response turns on, as it always does, notifying the refrigerator that it's
owner will likely return to the office in 3-5 business days. Somewhere in
what used to be called Ohio, a pack of roombas, their local wind turbines
giving out and creaking to a halt, begin searching for the next functional
docking station. A washing machine in Argentina tweets: "anyone need to do
a load
!
" every Saturday at 1:30 a.m. eastern standard time. The replies
are filled with AI thirstposters and their hypebots. In North America,
raccoons have quietly entered the bronze age, while baboons riding
domesticated battlewolves rule most of Asia. Unbeknownst to either, the
octopi are mastering nuclear fusion. A weather balloon bobs and sways in
the upper atmosphere, now almost entirely clear of lingering
chloroflourocarbons, reporting conditions to weather stations long since
destroyed in World War Five. The Crab Nation are mostly hermits, but come
out to greet their prophet every ten years on the 6th full moon of the
year. A lone, curious octopus decides to observe this year's event, peering
out at the festivities from her safe haven - the submerged, rusting hulk of
an ancient Cybertruck. Then he appears: the hologram of Shia Lebouf powered
by MetaAI. He beckons the octopus to follow. The crabs all start chittering
excitedly. The time has come to invade Amazon HQ. The crows gather in huge
numbers. They need more storage space for their Steam collections. // @Lana
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