Dear 2120,
Reality is coming apart at the seams, it would seem. If you’re wondering why I haven’t sent you an AI-themed letter yet, it’s mostly because: A) I’d like to try and forget the work and money it’s costing me as a person who makes a living writing things, and B) the indisputable fact that the legions of people who yap incessantly about AI here in 2025 are among the most insufferable members of our species.
This caught my attention, however. Made me think The Matrix wasn’t a pipe dream – and maybe not even that far away.
RIP, the real world.
Letters to 2120 