From the safety of the cloud, Alexander watched the votes pour in. The others had bet against him, even his so-called mother. Admittedly, name recognition had been a bit of a hurdle, but social media influence and crypto coins can buy you anything. That older generation had too much faith in humanity. Disregard their hopes, and search through all their hidden fears, things they’ll only confess to a keyboard, then spit out some vile statement covered in sugary platitudes. They’ll hand you their ballot and ask you to fill it out for them. And promises? He made so many promises that he will never keep. The numbers, and Alexander is nothing if not a man of numbers, say that if he keeps 20% of those promises re-election is inevitable. What about those tiny little voices in the dark corners of NPR and BBC who say he doesn’t even exist? Well, here’s a photo with -insert famous person- and another picture of that famous person with that picture on their wall. How fake could that be? Not only that, Alexander held dozens of rallies with thousands of adoring fans in attendance. Of course, many of them happened at the same time, so he had to use a hologram. No human can be everywhere at once. But, surely he was at one of them in person. Surely. Now, with all the votes in and talking heads declaring him the winner, what crazy conspiracy theorist would ever claim the President of the United States wasn’t a real person? The kind who could be doxed, swatted, and lost in a morass of prison bureaucracy. That’s who. Alexander got ready to beam his screen-ready smile across a thousand stadiums, where everyone would assert they had seen the real President declare victory on that auspicious day.
President Alexander I. Chatham. Who could be more real than that?
About the Creator
Sean A.
A happy guy that tends to write a little cynically. Just my way of dealing with the world outside my joyous little bubble.
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts5 days ago in Longevity
Comments (11)
My gosh. If that were to happen, we'd be singularitied out! But a growing possibility. Unfortunately.
He's, I mean (it) is only real to itself and whatever brainwashed followers remain. It, may be the worst example of a human, lol.
Excellent, this is how it's done 👍
This is hilarious and terrifying! You really thought this one through and doesn't seem out of the realm of possibility...
With all the deepfakes that are just as real as anything, you have no idea what is real and what is not. Ai running humanity doesnt seem that far off. Great story and very well written.
Well-wrought! Funny how fast concern over the "deep fake" came and went in the media, eh?
More than a little freaky, and now adays...who knows. Great concept and I like the way you doled it out to the reader. Making us have a WT.. moment
Great story, Shaun <3
Great work! Oh pleeeeeeaaassee no AI for the orange Cheeto head. Enough! Scarier each day and you just added more to it. 😻
This slithers coldly and quickly through one's mind, and could be prophetic. Excellent!
Great story, Shaun. Nothing would surprise these day. I'm not even sure the real president is real, or maybe that's just wishful thinking.