Memories of a Super Computer

The alarm rang, but she had been up for a longish while already. She didn’t need to be reminded that today was a big day — today was the day for which she had been born, in a very literal sense.

She walked over to her alarm clock and switched it off, appreciating the irony of an old-fashioned alarm clock when around the house AI would gladly have set the alarm and turned it off, changed the ambient temperature, chosen her clothing all with the same inevitable competence. The very same competence with which it would later today start the process of her becoming another person.