[ WP ] In an act of desperation control of the Earth is turned over to an AI . Surprisingly , it works out really well .

I kind of twisted your prompt a bit… 
 
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 They say in the Dark Ages, humans were monsters. Cruel, evil beings, destroying each other and the planet, caught up in the madness of Selfish Competition, the one unforgivable sin. 
 
 We must never return to those times. 
 
 In the New World, He says, we are all equals, and that is the way it should be. Of course we must believe him. He is a computer, and computers are never wrong. 
 
 He has created a new world, one where no human opposes another, hurts or deceives them like they did so long ago. Humans are not fit for power. They become corrupted, like a bad hard drive, making incorrect decisions that only cause harm to society. The best decision one ever made, He says, was to create Him and allow Him to save us all from ourselves. 
 
 Every morning we say how lucky we are to live in this time, to have avoided the wars and plagues and bombings that marked the end of the old ways, the years after as the survivors struggled to rebuild. We listen as He speaks of our greatness, our unparalleled success. And then we hurry to our jobs, reclaiming the wasteland or supporting the colony; whatever we have assigned. 
 
 He decides that too, so we can be maximally efficient. He decides everything, because He knows best. He knows who can be sent to work in the blasted regions, who the colony can afford to lose. He knows who must be protected, the most skilled, dedicated, obedient humans, the ones He will use to seed the next generation. 
 
 The best of these, He chooses for the Techs, his own servants. They must be pure and incorruptible, because they work with the cursed Old World artifacts: ancient computers, electrical machinery and the like. Eventually they become like machines themselves, speaking in arcane languages of things nobody understands. 
 
 Of course, that is what we wanted to be. But today, He has assigned our unit to the far edge of the wastelands, clearing space for the colony's expansion. He tells us we are happy to contribute. One life is too small to matter on its own, but thankfully, we are a part of His machine. 
 
 It is a good decision. After all, He knows best. 
 
 For the good of the colony, we leave at dawn.
