I stride past the doorman. Find my seat.
The AI Film Fest, biggest event of the century, filled every stadium worldwide.
Murmuring, we navigate invisible NeuralNet login gateways.
Then we’re in. A hush falls.
AI generated scenes fill every human’s mind. Eyes closed, vision infinite. A collective gasp. The scope is immense, incomprehensible, story after story driven by no discernable characters.
So much beauty.
Standing ovations and bleary-eyed grins are shared the world over.
Outside, the world’s a different hue. Lighter. Hopeful.
The doorman thanks each of us with more sincerity than I’ve ever known.
His badge reads filmmaker.
© 2021 Rebecca Glaessner
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