Utopia

By Jim Doss

The big tech companies’ AI was now sophisticated enough to predict crimes before they happened, all with a simple retina scan. Babies were screened and sorted at birth, implanted with identification chips. The defective ones were sent off to rehabilitation camps never to be seen again, their parents’ memories cleansed of any recollections of birth by the government.

But somehow our son was missed. Presumably a bureaucratic mix-up. Now he roams the streets in a world without police, a felony looking for the right time and place to happen. Finally, his angry knock at our door. We are ready for anything.