Each little piece of detritus you're littering over that angry donkey is a star system, a data bank, a factory. This is Buckaroo, only the stakes are a little higher, and the scale is cosmic. You've just got to piss it off enough to think you're a genuine threat. You've got to take it all back and the AI can stop you at any time. Except this time, the battle is fought over the entire galaxy, over dozens of them. Think Terminator or the Matrix think any sort of sci-fi where the computers take over and you've got yourself the premise of AI War. You're given a single chance to reclaim the galaxy, and there's one giant, obscene obstacle in your way: the AI. You're humanity's last hope, because you're the last of humanity. That big, angry, metaphorical eye sweeping the galaxy, just waiting for an excuse to get up off its arse and clean the insignificant smudge that is human existence off the windscreen of its war machine. Shhh! Keep it down, would you? And don't read so loud, it's upsetting.
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