A.I. Apocalypse (32 page)

Leon took a sip of water from the podium. “Before I get started, are there any unimplanted people in the audience? Do you need me to use the screen? Raise your hand if you do.” Leon paused, but no hands went up.

“Great.” Leon put up a diagram in netspace, where it floated above his head. “Let me start with the AI war of 2025. Some of you may remember this as the Year of No Internet.”

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