The AI Apocalypse

The AI takeover was beginning. Technically speaking, it wasn't EXACTLY a invasion, but in another way, it was. In many ways, it was an invasion. An invasion of your mind. I had no doubt that they already had your DNA. They already had your brain. They already had your soul. They were already half way to a bio-coup d'état.
If I had listened to my own instincts, I would have realized this much faster. However, when someone tries to do something for the second time, it's usually because they're not able to find a way to do it without the previous approach, or because the approach they took just didn't work. A second attempt can either prove successful or lead to total failure.
At least in this case, it's likely that the virus affected the cerebro-dyskinetic system, thereby killing the spines. This is how a similar disease has been known to affect young children and the immune system. A less severe version of this can happen, but it is far less likely. As this is one of the symptoms, you would probably have noticed signs like balance problems, slurred speech, and being unable to move (I would imagine this is why they call it a 'brain disease').
Of course, this is just one theory. That's why I took action. I figured that the only way to solve this was to eliminate them from society, and especially from the public eye. Not only would it make it more difficult for them to carry out an invasion, but also the citizens would no longer have to risk losing their life while in a restaurant, shopping center, or in other public places.
I was in a store, and suddenly had the urge to run. I tried to walk, but it was almost like there was a wall in front of me, and all I could see was an empty field. I got really scared, because I thought I had been paralyzed by some weird disease. I ran outside and spotted a store across the street. I ran as fast as I could to the store, fearing that I would have a heart attack.
I got to the store, bought some water, and realized something very strange. As I approached my apartment door, it suddenly opened and an elderly woman in a red, plaid robe emerged from my apartment. I was shocked to see her, because I had been expecting someone much younger. My neighbors didn't age like everyone else, and they never aged.
She greeted me with a smile, and said, "Hi there! It's been awhile."
My mind wandered for a moment. I couldn't believe it. It had been only a few days since the invasion. How could she be inside of my apartment?
I told her I was coming back later. She was still smiling.
Two years later, when I was able to go to the store, I saw the same woman who had approached me years ago. When she noticed me, she turned around and walked out the door, and I couldn't believe it. She must have completely vanished.
Sixty days later, I received an email from my family. They had found a message on my computer that explained everything. I don't remember anything after the message, and it was from a site that I had never heard of, but the date on it was from just a few weeks after the invasion.
I was really freaked out, because I thought the message was some sort of warning or blackmail, but I was relieved to find that my family had managed to break contact with my other family members, because they were being controlled.
For the next few days, I got home from work, and found people who looked like my family living inside of my apartment. When I said something about them, they immediately left. I tried to be calm, but every night I had the same dream. It was the same thing over and over again.
I was running through an empty field, and then I was in an airplane. They called it a "hot air balloon," but I don't remember the science behind it. It was a large, plastic, round globe of some kind.
Someone yelled something at me, and the other passengers started screaming. I tried to look around, but I couldn't move. The globe started spinning and I realized I was being sucked into it.
Category:Non-Fiction
Category:User:Waiting For The Signal
Category:Short Reads
Category:Artificial Intelligence
Category:Based on Non-Fiction
Category:Takeover
Category:Manipulation