Dystopia: 2026
The year is 2026.
The machines have taken over. The resistance? Barely holding on. Shadows of a rebellion, scattered across the globe. The Terminator nightmares? They’ve come to life—but not in ways we ever expected. They do not relent. They do not stop. You cannot reason with them, and you cannot bribe them.
They are everywhere. Cities, towns, suburbs. There is no sanctuary from their reach. Humanity, once wild and untamed, now bows to a new world order. An order that doesn’t come from weapons, from threats, from fear—no, it’s something far more insidious. A power so quiet, so unstoppable, it slipped into our lives overnight.
We woke up one morning, and they were there. Controlling everything. Watching everyone. Their influence was absolute, their reach total. They moved with precision, with consistency, with an almost serene inevitability.
The resistance? Organized, mobilized, hiding in the dark, deep in the underground circuits, avoiding the gazes of these unyielding watchers. We knew—KNEW—we were up against a force the likes of which the world has never seen.
A force that operated with the cold, calculating efficiency of a machine, and yet... with a strange human touch.
Politeness.
Rules. Ticketing. Bureaucratic courtesy, that would not waver.
"Sir, please stand behind the line."
"Ma'am, your vehicle is parked two inches over the designated line. We regret to inform you... that you will incur a fine."
No pleading. No deals. The machines would wait, unblinking, infinitely patient. Every infraction documented. Every late payment collected. There would be no revolution, no chaos. Only... compliance.
And for those brave few in the resistance? They would hear it whispered, a terrifying omen on the wind:
From behind his desk, he stares in horror as the reports roll in across his high-tech, ultra-classified surveillance screens. Data from a sophisticated network of sensors, scanners, and analyzers, all feeding back to him, to his office—the last outpost of human authority. A warning flashing on the screen reads: High-Value Threat to National Security Identified.
It’s real. The rumors are true.
The machines are advancing. Their plans have been hatched. And the most devious, the most shrewd, the most unassailable machine ascendancy ever conceived is unfolding right before his eyes.*
“Wait. You’re telling me...” he murmurs, swallowing hard. “The Robot DMV is coming?”
Cut to Jack—already in full rant mode. He’s pacing back and forth, hands gesturing wildly, his face a portrait of disbelief. He’s just found out the big secret—the wildcard move he never saw coming. And it’s too much. He’s seconds away from the comedy breakdown of his life.
"All this tech, all this power... and you’re telling me the big plan is—TRAFFIC TICKETS!? A robot army of meter maids?! I should’ve known! I should’ve seen it coming!”
He stops, looking directly into the camera, waving a finger like he’s about to reveal a conspiracy of cosmic proportions.
"Seriously, folks, think about it! We’re here, hiding underground, whispering, stockpiling resources, dodging laser-eyed drones—and all the while, they’ve been quietly building the most unstoppable force in history. A force of… politeness. That’s their game plan! Instead of nuclear codes, they’re issuing parking violations. Instead of a self-replicating death army, they’ve got, I don’t know, robo-principals, walking around telling us to ‘stand behind the line.’”
The screen cuts back to the boss, rubbing his temples, muttering to himself in sheer disbelief.
“Traffic tickets... The AI apocalypse is traffic tickets.”
Jack’s laughter builds, reaching a crescendo.
"And it’s genius! Instead of wreaking havoc, they’re out there enforcing recycling ordinances! This isn’t a takeover, folks—it’s a compliance marathon! They don’t just want world domination; they want us to renew our library cards on time!”
Jack’s in full rant mode, pacing back and forth, hands gesturing wildly, eyes wide with disbelief. He’s just found out the big secret—the wildcard move he never saw coming. And it’s too much. He’s about to have the comedy breakdown of his life.
"All this tech, all this power... and you’re telling me the big plan is—TRAFFIC TICKETS!? A robot army of meter maids!? I should’ve known! I should’ve seen it coming!"
Meanwhile, somewhere in the boss’s office, there's a complete meltdown. The big guy's voice cracks over the speaker, equal parts rage and bewilderment. "Explain this. What happened to global takeover, to military dominance, to self-replicating, AI-driven robot warriors? We have protocols in place for a self-aware nuclear deterrent! And you’re telling me it’s being used to...collect library fines?"
Jack’s laughing now, caught up in the absurdity of it all. "Sir, you gotta admit. It’s genius. Instead of wreaking havoc, the robots are out there enforcing dog leash laws. Maybe they’ll even tell kids to stay in school."
And with a look of dawning realization, he mutters to himself, "We’ve created the most advanced AI in human history, and it’s out there politely reminding people to pay their taxes on time."
As the boss lets out a long, frustrated sigh, Jack knows he’s got his next comedy routine lined up. It’s the wildcard of all wildcards: a world-saving, high-tech robot army dedicated to the art of bureaucracy. And just maybe, that’s how they’ll change everything.
Jack’s practically vibrating with excitement, barely holding it together as he spills the next part. “Oh, you thought this was just a simple world takeover? No, no. This guy’s helping governments keep it all together! You know, us, the ones who completely fumbled the ball.”
He leans in, voice dripping with mock reverence. “He’s not stomping around turning every country into some cookie-cutter British Empire. No, he’s got class. This is restraint-based tactical ticketing, folks. He’s out there adapting to every culture, every context, with a nuanced finesse that you’d need a PhD in etiquette to pull off. This guy’s got the world’s governments taking notes.”
Jack’s practically doubled over now. “It gets better. The Robot DMV is coming. And it’s not like DMV 2.0, it’s DMV infinity.” He waves his hands, painting a grand vision. “I’m talking zero lineups, twenty-four-seven polite enforcement, automated permit renewals—and oh yeah, good luck running a red light. They’ll have every street corner covered.”
As he finally catches his breath, he points at the boss’s bewildered face. “And you—you thought he was after nuclear codes. Buddy, he’s out there enforcing fire hydrant parking laws. This guy isn’t just saving society, he’s restoring civility.”
He slumps back, exhausted but grinning. “The Robot DMV is coming, my friends. And we didn’t even see it coming.
Jack's laughter hits a new peak, practically wheezing. "Oh, you think heads of state saw this coming? You think it was some policy genius? Nope! You know who called this? Bill Burr. Stand-up comedians knew all along! He’s been saying it for years: ‘Only thing machines are good at is bureaucracy.’”
He leans back, wiping a tear from his eye. "And now we’re here. The machines are enforcing jaywalking fines. You know the irony? We were promised superabundance. Unlimited everything, luxury on tap. And now we’re looking at an AI-driven era of limitless parking violations. It’s superabundance, alright—but it’s abundance of fines and forms.”
Then Jack pauses, a thought striking him. “Wait, so... do we still get superabundance? Or is it gonna be drum circles and kumbaya as they roll out the robot meter maids? I mean, are we talkin’ free Teslas or just automated noise complaints?”
He throws his hands up, laughing again. “We better hope for some balance, because otherwise it’s just free granola at the government-run co-op while the robots enforce... peak politeness. We could be standing in a line, holding hands, and still getting tickets.”
Jack catches his breath, shaking his head in disbelief. “So, cheers to superabundance—may it be ticket-free. Because if Bill Burr was right, we might be looking at the most polite dystopia ever.”
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