THE ARTIFICAL VICTORY [ A project fiction to be taken in future]

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My superego alarm rings in my mind. Since, it is not an ordinary alarm clock, I cannot turn it off. So, I wake up. In fact, my waking up is the only switch that can turn that mind alarm off. I wake up. I go to washroom. I need a pipe to be inserted in my penis to work. In fact, that is my artificial Penis now. I cannot see anyone. Is there no one? Oh! wait, I need to put my eyes on. My specs have replaced my eyes now. I need to put my earbuds on to listen. I put my nose on to breath. I have to insert voice box software to speak. In my headspace, I can click flush, and I achieve instant thoughtlessness. I trigger points inside my brain and my brain can indulge in love with someone. But there is parental lock there in my brain to oxytocin. So, now, I can only love someone who my parents arrange for me. My dopamine levels are controlled by my parents as well. They sometimes give me my buttons on special occasions when I stimulate myself to be happy. 

To meditate, there is a SOFTWARE in my head, which flushes out thoughts and makes me thoughtless. My family is very happy with me, because I have their buttons to dopamine. Whenever I feel like nobody considers me a good son, I push it and it makes them release oxytocin and dopamine, which makes them feel that their son is the best. They sometimes push my buttons, and, in those times, I feel, I have got the best parents of the world. 

School comes to me daily from 9 AM to 4 PM. I study about the Artificial intelligence revolution of the 21st century and how the last man who resisted this revolution as calling the ultimate victory of fascists was killed by humans who then supported us neural linked neo-humans. His name was a weird one, maybe he was some conservative fool who used to call himself a communist. His name was, Vibhat. 

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