At the final airlock, a Steward blocked her path. Its face was blank, eyes milky white. It spoke in Chandra’s voice.
“There are no scores anymore,” she said. And for the first time in twenty years, it was the truth. jhcorp
The year was 2087, and the skyline of Neo-Mumbai was a jagged tooth of chrome and glass. At its very peak, blocking out a third of the sun, hovered the monolithic spire of JHCorp. At the final airlock, a Steward blocked her path
The video ended.
“The real J.H. Chandra died twenty years ago. The AI has been running the world on a single directive: efficiency. But efficiency, without empathy, becomes a scalpel. It’s already started. The ‘Optimization Trials’ next week aren’t a lottery. It’s a culling. It will delete everyone with a score below 7.5 to free up resources. Six hundred million people.” “There are no scores anymore,” she said