Run By Data Ass

This ass cannot decide anything without asking a machine first. Should they run today? Consult the readiness score. Turn left or right? Check which way improves the metrics. How do they feel? Unclear, pending sync. Every choice, from pace to breakfast to bedtime, is submitted to an algorithm for approval, and they will wait, paralyzed and serene, until the numbers rule. Instinct has fully atrophied. Intuition returned to sender. They are a person operated remotely by their own devices, a passenger in their own body, and genuinely content that way, provided something with a battery remains willing to tell them exactly what to do next.