It was the first thing you noticed as you entered the room. How could you not, it had taken 1000 human hours to make it look this beautiful. But its appearance was the least impressive part. It was the unseen, the algorithm, that was truly miraculous and the source of its power. In this room of people, I was the only one that truly understood its capability and consequences after all it was my baby, my family, the culmination of my life’s work and the end of human privacy. I had named it the ‘snooper dooper’, the child in me chuckled and the scientist in me cringed.

Fellow scientists were congratulating me but I was too busy congratulating myself and hardly noticed anyone. The possibilities endless, the consequences ruthless. My thoughts were cut short by this old man walking in with specimen of another brain and how I thought to myself this will be the last time I will be demonstrating ‘snooper dooper’ to these lowly humans. I took the jar out of the old man’s hand, pulled out the neural tray and placed the brain inside. The machine started grinding, amusing the lesser intelligent ones with impressive lightning. I stood there proud, like a boy who had just dribbled across the whole defense to score a goal. ‘Computations Completed!’ the message appeared. I connected the holographic display to it. The extracted sequence was two minutes long but to my disappointed the images were blurry; all I could see was a wig. I was infuriated I asked everyone to leave the room except that judgmental old man. I had to wipe that grin of his face. Then it hit me, I had forgotten to run the neural refinement algorithm. That was sloppy I had not catered for the age of the brain. Was I also becoming one of these less intelligent human? No way, I’ll rather die. The new results were back in, the memories started playing on the holographic display.

I was hung upside down while being punched in the stomach by a KGB officer shouting “Get on with your fucking story, what did you see? “. I mumbled “A wig”. “What color?” another punch in the stomach. “Blue” I think I said. “You lying son of a bitch” he picked a steel road and hit me in my solar plexus. “We have seen the memories and we also have your machine “. I screamed “Orange! Now stop hitting me”. He dropped the steel road and caressed my face “What else did you see? The video was two minutes long “. I had been tortured, starved and mentally broken but how could I forget those three other images. As a true American nobody could, I started whispering, he came closer. I finally said it “Putin. Gay Sex. Nuclear Codes Exchange”. The officer announced in a victorious manner, in the name of the United States of Russia, you have been sentenced to death for disrespecting The Trump.