Alathea, where are you?

in the future, there will be computers, looking for life on earth. sadly, i feel that time approaching. imagine driving down the corridor of a dark city the sun never rises, always resting on the horizon, making the sky always look like 5 o'clock in the morning. permeating through the thickness of clouds, small beams of light hit various structures, refracting off tinted glass and forced smiles. no one is happy. no one talks. everyone in their million dollar cars and sensory chips implanted on the brow of humanity, merges organic and mechanic. nothing is pure. it's all synthesized living. seeing truth is as impossible as reading a book through a frosted window. it's routine, unclean. business as usual is 24/7 and no one breathes.