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You tell the band members to keep filming the rest without you, and you leave with the rat women. Half of your face is wrapped in a towel, in the Islamist style, so as to hide your traits. You're in Nankin Street, a commercial street with an intricate glass ceiling and many restaurants. A couple is walking past you, holding green ice creams, looking happy. This is such a nice, heart-warming sight. A small, autonomous, robotic vehicle is patrolling the street, with a surveillance camera mounted on top of it. It's an official representant of a dystopian state which has control over every waking moment of their citizens. It can detect smoking in prohibited areas, congregations of more than five people, and other illegal behaviors. If this thing recognizes you, SWAT teams will arrive within minutes, and this will be the end of you. You believe it's best to act friendly toward it.
<span class="mu-b">"'Ello, Xavier, m'lord. Nice to meet ya."</span>
The robot drives past you, but doesn't seem to recognize you, and ignores you. In the current days, technology has reached a level which is quite indistinguishable from magic. A creature like Xavier could very well be an iron golem created by a high level necromancer after years of research. If artificial intelligence keeps developing at the same pace, it will only take a few decades before it is smarter than mankind.
