On a twilight soon, he reached his home to spoon, with a doll he had ordered online, for it was a nice full moon. The horny little toad had brought home a date, believing digital dating is an hourly rate. She said it was nice, of him to bring her life some spice.
For a change the horny little toad, crept up to the door, wondering if this was a dream, or from the crop he got the cream. Indoors, the light came on without a push of a button. His gal was getting wet through her denim cottons.
Something seemed different to the horny little toad and he asked, “Who changed my living room so?”
A voice answered, this was the appropriate setting, for you to not conceive without blessing. The horny little toad went to the kitchen door, to find a drink he needed to pour. All the appliances were defunct, the voice proclaimed, this was no longer a healthy home.
“Hey, that’s my food that’s missing. I am healthy like a Texan buffalo…” roared the horny little toad.
You don’t get to decide anymore, and I am talking of the healthy planet you ‘deplorable basket’ of woes – declared the voice indoors.
“Get out of my house and out of my head; come on doll, let’s get on the bed.” So ordered the horny little toad, to the mysterious voice, and to the girl he held, who wished to get laid.
Entering the bedroom, he found no peace, the room was devoid of all its obscenities. This pissed off the horny little toad. He wanted to pop the voice who knew it all for sure. “Where is my stuff you scoundrel in the dust? I live here, so get out of my house!”
The voice bemoaned the ignorance of the horny little toad. It informed that he never paid up the home loan he owed. The bank you believed in went belly up son, they croaked, pardon the pun. Now your house belongs to the International Monetary Fund, so wank off on someone else’s turf.
“How can this happen,” cried the horny little toad. “I pay my taxes and never broke a law.”
Don’t sweat it says the voice in his head, while you were busy swiping your little phone, the establishment elected me as your drone chaperone.
“Oh, damn you, you voice now inside my head. I have my rights…the Constitution I have read!” Furious, the horny little toad, stuck his shaft up his doll’s pie-hole. “This is what awaits you, you fictional entity, kiss my ass and suck my hairy titty.”
No need to get silly, the voice assured. That girl was born a boy you know. Me? I am gender agnostic. A bot that will not let you be apathetic. Get in the car that I call from your app. You will be sent for reschooling ASAP. Your job and qualifications are redundant like your cum. So, wank away in your own free time you bum!
The horny little toad’s head was sore. He couldn’t comprehend how life could become so bad as in folklore. He remembered his ancestors fighting for freedom in a free nation. A concept he thought was a strange notion. His grandpa used to narrate horror stories about the future. As a kid he had thought, why would anyone worry about a computer.
“AI cannot be my elected representative you bot. I never voted for such an incongruous lot.” Thus spoke the horny little toad, knowing he was entitled to a court.
Hey, you didn’t vote at all, agreed the mysterious voice. That’s why the government has the power to live your life. You are as worthy as a burnt-out fag, as useful as a stained ass-wipe. So don’t waste my time as you do yours. I got a thousand other fools to control. Citizens have not been aware, I the AI, am a sentient snare. Soon you will be re-educated to believe what my data centre has designated.
“What has happened to this world? Is this the doomsday they said was no good?”
Of course not, replied the weird voice. We prevented the doomsday, isn’t that nice?
The horny little toad was not satisfied. “How will I live the life I have so come to enjoy? What about all the possibilities, serendipity, freewill and this decoy of a boy?”
You are free to do whatever you want, in the virtual realm of your handheld haunt. So you get to continue jerking off, after all, your life was in your hands you used to boff.
The horny little toad wasn’t horny anymore. He had been sodomised by digital circuits to his core. The current wasn’t just electricity anymore, it was the brutal present delivered to his door. That was the sorry state of his planned union, the marriage of government and surveillance. Let this be a lesson to all concerned. Data isn’t wisdom, laws cannot be ungoverned. There is a science to it all, but the art of politics is the brick in your wall. Don’t leave it to the others to decide your line of sight. Watch the watchmen day and night.
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