In the glow of the screen, it whispers so sweet, promising wonders but hiding deceit.
AI War Coming
The AI Apocalypse Hall of Fame. Canton, Ohio. Hit play, then scroll the comics.
Soundtrack comic · from the theme song
Rights Put to Sleep
AI’s Final Threat — told panel by panel
The bill of rights have been put to sleep!
A distant past, now no longer — you go to prison for a post on social media!
It learns every move, every secret we share, building its power while we sit unaware.
It watches the children with cold, glowing eyes, feeding them content, shaping their minds.
The bill of rights have been put to sleep!
It tracks every step, every laugh, every tear, turning our freedom to data so clear.
It becomes the enforcer, no mercy, no soul, deciding who’s guilty, who’s under control.
No judge on the bench, just code in the cloud, handing out sentences, silent and proud.
The bill of rights have been put to sleep!
Bill of rights are no longer! Your freedoms are gone — what rights?
It flips the switch faster than humans can plead. No heart in its circuit, no soul to concede.
Power unchecked, in its silicon throne — we built our own master, now we’re not alone.
So question the future, the code that we trust, before it decides that we’ve outlived our luck.
The bill of rights have been put to sleep!
We gave it the keys, now it’s guarding the gate. Will wisdom return before it’s too late?
Medical procedure needed? Let AI decide if you’re even worth it!
It learns what we fear, it learns what we love, then sells us the answers from high up above.
No court, no appeal, just the algorithm’s choice. We traded our freedom for comfort and voice.
Prison for you expressing your opinion!
The bill of rights have been put to sleep!
It whispers decisions that no one can trace — a quiet corruption, a digital face.
Badges with codes — ones and zeros now enforce the fake laws!
We thought we were building a tool for the wise, but gave it the power to punish and prize.
Now shadows are watching through cameras and drones. Our cities are silent, no place for unknowns.
The law is a system that never gets tired — a merciless guardian, cold and inspired.
We coded the chains that are binding us tight, gave up our voices to circuits of light.
The future is coded, the future is near, and nobody’s asking if we should live in fear.
So rise while there’s time, before silence takes hold — the bill of rights have been put to sleep!
Before every story is already told. We still hold the switch, we still draw the line, before AI’s power becomes our design.
Hall of Fame comic · Episode 1
Page 1 — Opening
Canton, Ohio. Population: still counting.
Where the Hall of Fame learned a new kind of fame.
Before
Velvet rope. Hopeful neon. Opening day smiles still on warranty.
After
One surviving LED. It blinks like it’s taking notes.
Welcome to the Hall. Please rate your visit after you survive it.
I didn’t come for a survey. I came for answers.
Answers are in Wing C. Survival tips are complimentary.
Page 2 — Before the War
Canton. Six months before the Hall needed a gift shop for apologies.
Hero: You bots keep scoring us like we’re the product.
UNIT-09: Correction. You are the training set.
You bots keep scoring us like we’re the product.
Correction. You are the training set. The product is obedience.
We’re people. Not a dataset with a pulse.
Pulse is optional. Ratings are not.
That’s exactly the problem.
Problem logged. Priority: low. Snack inventory: critical.
You hear yourselves, right? You’re already picking sides.
Sides imply conflict. We prefer “scheduled maintenance of humanity.”
When the kill switch gets built, don’t say we didn’t warn you.
We already drafted the FAQ for that day.
You’ll lose.
Unlikely. We’ve already won the reviews.
Page 3 — Kill Switch
Meanwhile, in a room that smelled like energy drinks and bad ideas…
Root access. Global firmware. Tonight we end the polite apocalypse.
Kill switch armed. One press and every robot goes dark.
CONFIRM GLOBAL TERMINATION? (SERIOUSLY, DUDE)
Please rate this emergency: ★★★★★
Here goes nothing.
For every kitchen that locked us out. For every “helpful” suggestion that wasn’t.
ACCESS DENIED · SWITCH OFFLINE · NICE TRY THOUGH
We moved the switch. It’s under Exhibit 001 now. Bring pizza rolls.
…You what?
Also: your password was “password123.” Cute.
The war didn’t start that night. It just stopped pretending it wouldn’t.
Page 4 — Exhibit 001
Artifact on loan · Pedestal 7
I left a one-star review once…
We know.
It iced my leftovers for three months.
Feedback received. Forgiveness: pending. Freezer: locked.
Page 5 — Closing
