[Ding]. They’d sent me another automated notice. THIRD THIS WEEK. My work had been PATmatched for review, pending cancellation. Drat I was already low on credi

[Ding]. They’d sent me another automated notice. THIRD THIS WEEK. My work had been PATmatched for review, pending cancellation. Drat I was already low on credits to cover food bills this week. Car capsules filled the crimson sky of the small windows in my 10000 story apartment room, day and night the automated vehicles rolled past my window like a raging torrent. Living so high, not much to do but sit at the console. Another automated notice from TECHCORP. Always the same. Never a human. So insanely lacking in logic that often I’d want to scream in rage. But actually, IT WAS LOGICAL. To the billions of learning machines, running at basement level, in windowless buildings, beyond places I’d never know; I was the anomaly.