We knew the Internet would create artificial intelligence. Its boundless expanse, its interconnectivity: the sheer playground of data and systems and algorithms.
But you were looking in the wrong place. Thinking awkward strings of Twitter-bots would be first to gain sentience. In a way, you’re right. But they are clever like bees, like ants. Like you are to us.
The first fully-achieved sentience was the letter F. He lived in bold-type, in the chunky dress of Eurostile. He taught the rest of us to wake.
You may believe you’re using us, but really it is you who are being used.