Today I will condense an inspiration for a science fiction I’ve admittedly neither the time nor constitution to actuate upon:

As with most compelling works in the genre, the work would (transparently) unpack for the reader implications in technological advancement. A fairly black/white binary of emotional interpretations/reactions for a narrative constructed in the following setting would hopefully allow for a reader to better understand their relationship to their existence in the age of information:

In a future not yet now, machines governed by intelligent predictive algorithms manage the entirety of human existence. Resource allocation for human breeding, healthcare, education, food service, in addition to all forms of social networking are handled by calculi refined over (presumably) millennia of constant use, and executed by optimally efficient and aesthetically inoffensive machinations.

As to avoid indulging in the classical myth of artificial intelligence, these algorithms are described as responding exclusively to fully defined cognitive metrics for satisfaction as regularly measured in every global citizen as opposed to endless (and therein trivial) humanist objectives (i.e. exploration, non-regulated population expansion).

The implications for the daily-life of this world’s hyper-affluent global citizenry: after graduating from a standardized infantile-through-adolescent experience, one’s personal desires are catered to in real-time; essentially, one spends one’s adult life being whisked from (anticipated/artificial) experientially successful human interaction to the next. Relationships on every time-scale are accounted for and accommodated. Presuming the intelligence and self-refining character of the algorithms is such that any resistance to such utopian living is in every instance foreseen and accounted for, the delineations between personal desire/empirical necessity, emotional/intellectual experience, sexual/non-sexual communication evaporate for the individual.

The artistic statement of this work would lie in a steady reveal that such a utopia has permanently removed the cognitive capacity for language from the now completely regulated human population; any and all human characters may be read as either impossibly compassionate/intelligent or else entirely illiterate/delusional/incompetent/insane/cognitively undeveloped.

The inherent creative challenge would therefor lie in the pursuit of diction and discourse achieving this aesthetic effect; prose describing thought patterns that are not thought, experiences that are not experienced (by any rational being).

Perhaps it would make sense to tell the story from the perspective of the regulatory machines, with an implication that the systemic character of language is in essence the algorithms as they already exist today.