Molly, voice note, 11/04/17
Mark assigned me a new project today: a total redesign of the Analytics Dashboard. Ricky came up to me after the meeting and said I must be "so excited" about my newly granted "autonomy" in "setting vision".
Actually, Ricky, every morning, when I walk into work, I pray that reception would microchip my brain, maybe by a tube up my sinuses, so I may relinquish complete control of mind and body to some other Pagii employee with an XBox controller, who can then manage me through a Sims-like interface. Or, better yet: I'm controlled by an AI! It's all automated. No one has to even touch a joystick. Just run a reinforcement learning algorithm on me, the same ones they use to play Pacman or whatever, except make the reward function maximizing shareholder value.
And maybe-- this might be asking for too much-- but maybe, but maybe, the chip could also run movies in my brain, so that whatever fragments of my awareness still remain could just relax and watch some Vampire Diaries. Would that be so hard? Why is no one working on this? It is inhumane to force me to pretend to care about an Analytics Dashboard. If I must, by the strange demands of the free market, sacrifice the freedom and energy of my youth for a studio apartment, cellphone, celery juice, and vape pods, please, let it happen under anesthesia, like a root canal. Drug me, microchips-- something! And now Ricky mocks me with his talk of "autonomy", with his talk of "setting vision"! I pray Mark comes to his senses and micromanages me again.