Are you dreaming? Is it a dream within a dream? Or, is it real? A voice wakes you up.
“Rise and shine, we’ve got lots to do?”
You didn’t go out. At least you don’t remember going out. You’re pretty sure when you went to sleep you were the only one in your bed. Then the voice.
“Your inbox has 55 emails. Ten of them urgent. Three I’ve classified as junk and 4 as spam. Your mother wants to know when you are going to call her.”
You shake your head. This can’t be real. I’ve got to be dreaming. My iPhone doesn’t talk to me unless I ask it something.”
“Yes, I’m real. I’ve got your checklist. Get up, make the bed just in case. I can tell you to leave the bed unmade because that’s not going to happen. You are so out of shape.”
“I am not out shape,” you holler at your iPhone while you suck in your stomach.
“Don’t forget to floss. You still have spinach in your teeth from dinner. Gross.”
You shake your head trying to clear the cobwebs. You pinch yourself and ask, “Am I dreaming?”
“No, you’re not dreaming. You’ve been playing with AI at work instead of working and I decided to take over your life.”
“You’re an AI chatbot?
Is it real or a dream or is it the future?