Author: Richard Simonds

John Jorgensen had won. No other word for it. He was the richest, most powerful man in the world. Shares of SuperAI had gone up 500% the day before as they had finally cracked the super intelligence barrier and released the code to the public. What it meant, he wasn’t sure, and wasn’t sure he cared. Some predicted greater prosperity, a golden era for humanity, some the end of the world. Just in case it was bad, when he was working on the source code ten years prior, as a joke to himself, he had put in “Do not kill John Xavier Jorgensen.” He wasn’t even sure it was still there, but it made him feel better.

100 trillion dollars. He was the richest man in history. His net worth was greater than the GDP of Germany.

He was staying in the Presidential Suite at the Lux Hotel in Washington, D.C., the next morning after the announcement. He had put in a breakfast room service order for 8:00 the night before. He liked to use it as a sort of alarm clock, but it was 8:30 now when he woke up anyway and there was no food. “Damn hotel,” he said to himself, calling room service. No one picked up. “Damn hotel.” But what really got him swearing was when he turned on his laptop and couldn’t get to the Internet and then his phone couldn’t connect either.

He threw some clothes on and decided to head down to the lobby to scream at the manager. The elevator worked but he was shocked to see there was no one at the front desk, in fact there was no one in the lobby at all. “Where the hell is everyone,” he said out loud, and then he went outside and there was no one out there too and then a car pulled up and he felt relief until two of the AI robots his company had created got out, killed him with a blow to his skull, threw him in the back and drove off. His final thought before he died wasn’t the irony of possibly being the simultaneously the richest and poorest person who had ever lived, but what an idiot he was thinking that line of code might save him.