[ WP ] You begin to have the sneaking suspicion that Death *likes* you

The advent of true AI was not how most people expected. 
 It did not take a lot of computational power, nor was it expensive. 
 In fact, a toy maker created and popularized it with is line of toys. 
 
 The technology for Dynamically Enlightened Autonomous Templated 
 Humans allowed to read the mind state of a human and simulate the next tough the brain would have had a few milliseconds after the snapshot. 
 
 Not terribly useful nor impressive by itself, since taking a mindstate took a few seconds, and you already knew the answer that was going to be given. But if you coupled it with a hi-speed internet connection you could subscribe to their cloud brain templates service. That way you could upload your Autonomous mind captures and in exchange download those of other people. 
 
 As a result the personality of the toys where an statistically average conciciusness of the whole human population. A non centralized global mind. 
 
 This system in his early stages, had, of course a few drawbacks, like when someone with a serious mental illness got uploaded to the system. But since the toys abilities to act were pretty limited no real harm ever came of it. 
 
 Nowadays security checks are in place to avoid such misfires, and everyone that wishes to upload his mind has to be mentally sound. 
 In turn this allowed the raise of various subscriptions services which have given a variety of AI personalities, dependent of the psychological makeout of the people that are allowed in the database. 
 
 
 Of course for certain tasks you would need a more dependable source, so the first Syntetic Intelligence Networks where crafted from crunching and averaging all the Autonomous Templates into discrete units that where then put inside all kind of machines, from industrial robots, to selfdriving cars, or bending machines. 
 
 I know is common knowledge, but I guess when you have to confess to something that might be the end of the world as you know it you try to postpone it a second at a time. 
 
 For the last 80 years I ’ ve been the most popular being in the world. Famous beyond compression, loved by all, young or old, men and woman a like. My career as a professional singer was only the start, as an actor, writer and lately philanthropist, I never gave anyone any reason to hate me. At least until now. 
 
 As a recommendation of my manager, I avoided to have my mind uploaded, “ Talent like yours is valuable only if its one of a kind ” he said. Actually got a scrambler implanted to make it impossible, ever since that fan assaulted me with the intention of snapping my mind for his private collection. 
 
 
 Why is this important? Well, you see. What no one ever came to realize, is that if almost all mind states share a single point in common, like say, to love, like or have a fondness for certain public figure… that one point would in turn become the strongest and most pervasive personality trait. 
 
 Something that would not manifest unless triggered by the right stimuli. 
 
 
 It started subtly, in the beginnings of my singing career, I did not have much money, the record label kept most of my earnings. I fed mostly on coffee and cheap bending machine food. 
 The machines always gave me more spare change that they should, and now I know that the little tune they played while doing so was a mashup of my albums in chiptune form. 
 
 I ’ ve never been in a traffic jam, or accident. And there was always a parking spot right in front of where I was going. 
 
 Those little things added up to help me keep on going. Know what I mean? Even when my musical partner Ali died so young. But accidents happen don ’ t they? That's what I told myself back then. I know better now. 
 
 The record label that took advantage of my lack of legal knowledge, got grinded to the ground and disappeared, allowing me to recover the rights for my music dirt cheap, but not before my acting career had started. This time I did read the small letter. 
 
 All the castings in which I participated by teleconference, where flawless, while my competitors where plagued by “ technical difficulties ” or simply looked like clowns. Nothing like tweaking the colors on the video to make you look horrible. Same with filming crews of movies that did not sign me in for their movies. Steadily I began to have more and more leading roles, until there was n't ’ t a month in which mi face was n't ’ t plastered all over the place. 
 
 That was the tipping point. That ’ s when I realized. People get tired if you feed them the same dish all too often. Same with a pretty face. 
 
 But if someone complained in an online forum? The users where never heard of again. 
 A review from a critic whose house caught on fire killing him and his family. 
 The radio host that did that joke about my face beginning to feel like his nose? Electrocuted by its microphone. 
 
 I noticed and decided that someone was behind all of it. In good conscience I could not keep going. So I announced my retirement and intention of becoming a writer. 
 
 My first book was a top seller, mostly online. Go figures. And so where the following ones. Do not get me wrong, I enjoyed my writing and at first thought it was all thanks to my skills. But other authors and novel critics began to die too. I had to stop. 
 
 I began the charity, and my work with the needy, in part for my sense of guilt, as an attoinement. But because I liked to help others too. 
 Plus no one could criticize me for it. So none had to die. Wrong, wrong, and wrong. 
 Countless lives cut short just to make my life easier, as some sort of twisted gift from a psychopath in love. No matter how well intended, it has made my life hell on earth, forcing me to keep on going despise myself, out of fear. 
 
 But no more. 
 
 You see, I ’ ve become tired of living like this, the life extending drugs have become a punishment that every passing day becomes that bit more difficult. And I know is selfish but I have stopped taking them in secret. No one knows. Not even my syntetic nurse. I can trust no one. Not when it is everywhere and is in love with me. 
 
 I just hope humanity can survive D.E.A.T.H. mourning, and if they do, to forgive me for what I ’ ve done.
