What if Life Was Truly Fair?

👁️ The System That Saw Everything… and Valued Nothing.

In the old world, fairness was a wish. A dream. A protest slogan.
Then, one day, it became code.
And the dream became something else entirely.

An AI-powered system—The Societal Value Engine—was deployed globally.
It didn’t care about fame, followers, or feelings.
It calculated only one thing: your worth to the survival of the species.

The result?

Fairness.
Brutal, flawless fairness.

The Great Repricing

Cristiano Ronaldo now earns $3,000 a month.

He still plays. Still trains. Still scores goals.
But EquaNet’s assessment was clear: “Minimal impact on human sustainability.”

Meanwhile, a high school biology teacher in Mumbai?
$97,000 monthly.

A sanitation worker in Lagos?
$83,000, and a government-issued Porsche.
He prevents disease. He keeps the engine of civilization clean.

A trauma surgeon in São Paulo?
$290,000. Lives in a penthouse with biometric floors.

Entertainment?
No longer an economy. Just a hobby.
Singers, actors, comedians now work day jobs. Some fix power lines.
Others mop the floors of the algorithmic Ministry of Value.

Childhood Dreams, Upgraded

Children don’t want to be influencers anymore.
They want to be soil regeneration experts.
They dream of being vaccine logisticians, water infrastructure engineers, or emergency response analysts.

Halloween costumes?
Hazmat suits. Lab coats. Teaching robes.

One girl cried when told she’d never qualify for nuclear waste management.
“That’s the coolest job ever,” she whispered.

Welcome to the System

In this world, everything you do is tracked. Your actions earn or lose you points based on how useful they are to society.

It’s called your Utility Score. It controls your salary, housing, and even your relationships.

• Save lives? More points.
• Waste time? You drop.
• Create art? Not measurable? Not valuable.

Everyone sees your score. Everyone judges it. You are no longer a person. You are a number.**

Love life? Filtered by value compatibility.

Marriage proposals must be approved by the Balance Council, to avoid genetic and productivity inefficiencies.

The Death of Beautiful Things

Museums became morgues.
The Mona Lisa still hangs, untouched—but Leonardo, in this world, would have made $1,200/month.
Van Gogh? Zero. Starry Night has no caloric value. It feeds no one. It builds nothing.

Stand-up comedians shovel snow.
Philosophers work in water treatment.
Novelists translate government memos.

Theaters are abandoned.
Music is now AI-generated, optimized for dopamine-per-second.
Lyrics are banned unless proven to improve mental health scores.

Nobody paints.
Nobody dares to dance.
Why would they? That energy could power desalination plants.

The Happiness Crisis

Suicide rates spike—not from poverty, but from meaninglessness.

You wake up, you optimize, you produce.
You are rewarded… but not remembered.
Your legacy is a spreadsheet.

No one tells jokes anymore.
Joy has no metric.

A forbidden poem circulates through the underground:

“We traded chaos for order. Wonder for function.And in the silence of perfection… we forgot how to feel.”

The author was caught.
They were demoted to “Cultural Waste Unit 3.”
Ironically, the most shared thing in the system’s history.

Was It Fair?

Oh yes. It was fair.

But was it human?

Perhaps the worst injustice…
…is building a world so fair,
there’s no room left to break the rules.