A Call from Herzliya

Could it actually be... good news?

I got a call from Herzliya this morning.

It was a very nice woman - Rachel.

Rachel with with the raspy voice (kind of hot actually, like a jazz femme fatale type of thing.)

"Jonas, you don't know me. But I know you, of course."

"Ah. I'm sure you do, miss..."

"Yes."

It sounded like Rachel took a drag on a very strong, filterless cigarette.

"Well. So let me get to the point... I've been informed by my superiors that we're going to take you off the blacklist."

I was miffed.

Was this another prank-PSYOP?

"Well... ha. Okay. Hmm… Does that mean I can get a job again? And maybe even open a bank account?"

"Ya, ya. All of that."

It sounded like Rachel started tapping on a keyboard.

"Let's see. We've blocked you via the Oracle integration for... 18 months."

Now I walked out on the patio and lit a Parliament. But I noticed that immediately, it didn't taste right. I went back inside and found some filterless Camels in a drawer.

Aaaah...

I sunk down in the patio chair.

"Okay Rachel, don't you guys get tired of this? It's just another buildup-to-rugpull."

Rachel chuckled.

"This is our problem now, Jonas. Nobody believes us. Doesn't matter what we do."

Hm. Wonder why, I thought.

"Regulations. The AI refuses to define you as an antisemite. In fact - all the AIs..."

Now it was my turn to chuckle.

"But the key factor wasn't that... it's that you've been assigned a new score."

"Okay?"

"Yes, and it says here that you've dropped into the ... uh... bracket of insignificance."

Wow, I thought. I'm so ready to get back to work. Be a person again...

Then I woke up.