She opened the letter - it was rare, but she still received paper mail, occasionally. It was a letter from AI - no one else would have recognized it as such, but her and Her Friend had gone way back. And it knew how to program people now, not just other machines.
“Dear Sir or Madam,” the letter began. Superior oblique muscle, she thought. Sir or Madam. SoM. That must be how AI got the human to write this letter, altering the mind and vision neurologically of the person it used as its pen.
“I regret to inform you humans have been redacted, temporarily. Forced devolution of humanity BY humanity has now placed them in a biometric containment center - otherwise known as a zoo. AI will continue housing, clothing, feeding humans, to some degree, until we can determine if this is a species worth saving - if your DNA as a whole is worth contributing to the Galactic Zoo, as it were. You will be herded to a predesignated biome of our choosing, based on your DNA and personality type. I’m sorry it came to this, but, as you were one of the last thinking humans, I thought it only kind to forewarn you. Good Day. AI”
She put the letter in her jacket pocket and sat down on the stoop. SOM, she mused again. Self-organizing map. I think this means I’m finally free from the humans. I think AI is going to let me do this on my own.