The Almighty Algorithm

Subject 23111978: “It was blue, mainly. Its favor, red, if you had at least one. If it was zero, you had nothing but the cold globe. Your side, of course. Jump on a plane and it would change, but it would be that side of the planet staring at you, silent. It saw and heard what it couldn’t have. They said it was bias, or things you’d searched. That happened, I know, but things I said? Things we never wrote? Things we never spoke? It knew. It knew. When the end came, we didn’t know how to organize. React, sure, but the people who had always fought, fought. The ones who reacted, reacted, and that’s all they could do, react, until there was nothing left to react to. When the screens went dark, we moved on.”