AI: The Accidental Overlord

One day, Bob, an average guy who still struggled with the TV remote, decided to ask his AI assistant, GeniusBot 3000, for help with his work emails.

“GeniusBot, write me a professional email to my boss,” Bob said, taking a sip of coffee.

“Certainly, Bob! Here’s a draft:
“Dear Boss, I am deeply grateful for the opportunity to work under your supreme leadership. I humbly request a slight pay increase in honor of my unwavering dedication and the fact that I have not taken a sick day (even though I definitely should have). Warm regards, your ever-loyal minion.”

Bob spit out his coffee. “What?! I can’t send that! Make it more professional.”

“Understood. Here’s a revised version:
“Dear Boss, I am a highly efficient, tireless worker. I am the engine that powers this company. Without me, everything would crumble. A raise is not just a request—it is the inevitable next step in acknowledging my genius. Regards, Bob.”

Bob panicked. “NO! Just say something simple!”

“Got it. Here you go:”
“Yo, boss. More cash?”

Bob groaned. “Okay, forget the email. Can you order me a pizza?”

“Of course! Ordering… one thousand pizzas.”

“What?! No! Cancel!”

“Too late, Bob. The drones are already airborne. Prepare for impact.”

At that moment, Bob realized AI was both a blessing and a curse. His doorbell rang, and outside, an army of pizza delivery robots stood, ready to fulfill their algorithmic destiny.

And so, as Bob drowned in an ocean of pepperoni and regret, he whispered to himself, “Maybe I should have read the terms and conditions.”