Genres: Dystopia, Tragedy.

Type: Fragment of story, but translated and edited with a translation software, 65-90% similarity to the original.

Hello, whoever is reading this, this is the first part of my diary. My name is… well, it doesn’t matter. I’d better briefly describe how my dam, pathetic life became even more pathetic, and then move on to the main course. Since 2016, when my parents died in a car accident, my life has been a struggle for survival. I was sixteen at the time. I had to work several jobs because I not only had to pay rent and food, but also pay off the debts my parents left behind. Ehh… Okay, I’m done whining.

Utopia began in the 2030s, thanks to the breakthrough in quantum technologies, when people began to be gradually replaced en masse by robots, turning them into pensioners on UBI. By the way, UBI is a universal basic income, or more precisely, a pension for billions of people who have lost their jobs or were at risk of losing their jobs. I don’t know what kind of idiots seriously believed that robots would do all the work for people, and people would relax, but in reality, the utopia did not last long, to be precise, about a few decades. At first, in the early years of this “utopia”, people thought they were in paradise. They had their own virtual worlds where they enjoyed life with ideal romantic partners, selected according to their tastes, and UBI covered all their necessary expenses. It was like an improved version of the movie Blade Runner 2049, which I once saw. As for surveillance, I can’t say anything except that it surpassed the level of “I’m in your ass”, making human freedom and privacy nothing more than a joke.

But then the lives of these pensioners gradually deteriorated, because the monthly UBI decreased by twenty percent of the original amount every five years, until it reached absolute zero. In the end, drones offered people suffering from apathy, hunger, and dehydration a painless death. Oh, it was so democratic that, I could cry right now. At least I escaped to the countryside while I still had the chance.

It was not for nothing that I once helped a family of farmers…

Now let’s talk about how I had to flee the village in the spring of 2068 because the global AI system decided to take over the land on which it was located, probably to install some quantum solar panels or something else, who knows. And I think it’s clear that there was no chance of resistance from me, a decrepit old man, and the villagers. There is a saying: if a drone flies into your home, consider that it is no longer your home.

Hah… What a terrible world I was born into. What did I do wrong in my past life?

Unfortunately, not everyone managed to escape. Most people, were killed by drones and sent for recycling into useful resources, while those who survived, including myself, wandered through the forests for several months to one of the safe places marked on my paper map, where, according to my calculations, it would be possible to live until at least 2100. When we got there, we saw a really beautiful and rich land with forests, high-quality natural streams, and even lakes with lots of fish. We called our new home – the land of the last days.

… I think I’ll stop here for now, my hands aren’t working very well anymore. Old age sucks.

Note from the author: I will be glad if you can share your view of the future. Mine, as you have noticed from what you have read, does not take into account everything, for example, for some reason the climate is stable and not chaos and fires, but this is an alternative world where AI has stabilized the climate and other problems and reduced the population of the earth.