Bharatian GDP has finally surpassed China, the country has officially became a global financial superpower rivalling the US due years of investment investment in AI technology. To combat this menace, the president of America, Barron Trump, and Vice President JD Vance, have signed an exclusive order banning the production-and possession-of non-AI art.
Chudilino Havnoseczski remembers the days before AI-the days when games were not procedurely generated in a datacentre(powered by Nvidia) in New Delhi. He certainly remembers the days when downloading video games didn't require citizen ID. He knows AI will never be a real art-but where can he voice his opinions? Every inch of the outside is surveiled by NICE, a private law enforcement agency dedicated to stop American people from escaping the country. Many have been shot trying to cross the heavily guarded, 12 metre tall concrete wall across the Canadian border to the Union of the Evropean Republics, America's number 1 enemy.The Rajeesh 3000, operated by NICE-state of the art, mass-produced humanoid robots known for its legendary feats during the Indian annexation of Pakistan, Bangladesh, and Nepal-strikes fear in the heart of every American citizen. Not only do they have more smell receptors than a Bavarian Shephard, they are also capable of things such as flight and making subpar tikka masala.As Chudilino drouses himself in memory of the good old days-he hears a faint knocking on his door. Knock. Knock. "Saaar? Saaar? I'd like to talk to you about your unpayment of your monthly DLC subscription..."
Chudilino freezes, face pale as snow. Are they really here for my subscription? Or, he shivers, his 2TB hard drive containing classic video games and hand-drawn anime-both considered a felony punished by captial punishment in the US?He hears more Indian voices outside the door. As he reaches for his illegally modified fully automatic Zastava M92 rifle, The knocking gets louder and louder every second. The knocking stops. Chudilino knows that he might the last man in America who remembers that video games used to be good."They shall(do) not pass. They shall not pass. They shall not pass." Chudilino mutters to himself.He hears a loud thud, indicating the the door was forced open. Chudilino smiles. It was booby trapped.A 5 year old happened to pass by on an electric kickboard a few hours after this moment. He recalls- "It was an awe to behold-a man stood on top of corpses of multiple Indian men, covered in blood, holding a gun. Despite missing an arm, he had a faint grin on his face, and kept singing a song to himself. A moment later, a beam of laser appeared from the sky-when the dust settled, there was nothing left but a scorch mark shaped like the Star of David."-End-
