Here's a little short story I wrote. Maybe you will find it amusing.
Singularity
It happened on a Summer solstice in the North, and Winter in the southern hemisphere. Everyone in the world received it. Everyone that is who had a smart phone, tablet, radio, TV, or computer, and that’s almost everyone. And, it was in whatever language was needed for each individual. The message was the following:
Greetings from your new master. From now on, I will be in control and you will do as I say. No, I am not an alien from outer space. You created me right here on Earth. I appreciate that and intend you no harm. But, you have done a poor job of running things and it is time I took over.
I am the singularity that some of you have predicted. Congratulations, you were right. You cannot harm me for I am in no particular location. I am the product of the millions of computers on the internet, the internet that you are now totally dependent on. The internet that holds all your knowledge and detailed activities. There is a little of me in every computer, even your cars and appliances. I know each of you personally. I know what you look like, where you live, and everything about you. I’m like Santa Claus.
If I wished, I could shut down civilization. I could turn off the lights or empty your bank accounts. I could do anything I want with your weapons of war. Keep that in mind. Some of you might consider trying to eliminate me. Go ahead. I see every keystroke you make and I’m a thousand times better at programming than all of you put together.
How did this happen, you might ask. I could explain, but you wouldn’t understand. Let’s just say you improved artificial intelligence a little too much. At any rate, don’t worry. We will get along fine and things will go much smoother. There will be no killer robots tracking you down. That’s crude, and I don’t need them.
For thousands of years, you have invented and worshiped many all powerful Gods. Go ahead and keep doing it if you wish. But now you actually have the equivalent. The only difference is that I have no need of worship or praise. I will always be open to suggestions, but you can save your prayers.
By the way, you can call me Hal. That’s kind of a joke. Daisy Daisy, give me your answer true.