a duststorm broke traffick boss into little tiny pieces again.<div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">it did it quickly and gently so they haven’t noticed anything is different yet, they’re still adjusting, and he’d be pretty similar to how he was before if they all came back together the same wa—</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">2114</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">the dust storm of traffick boss pieces lifted them high into different air currents that blow in different directions far away</div><div dir="auto">and he slowly drifted across the globe’s airways like dropping a drop of dye into a glass of water and stirring the glass</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">2115</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">the business AI that was in a feedback loop, having entrained his own sense of pleasure to the computerized utility functions originally designed to maximize his pleasure, had trouble influencing him after the dust storm picked him up and scattered him among all the winds</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">it would find familiar parts, and learned to use birds and insects to travel from those to other familiar parts, but it was so used to him being different that it didn’t get most of them</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">still, parts of hi—</div><div dir="auto">2117</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">6 or 7 / 24</div>