His eyes crinkled at the side, but he didn’t comment.
“Who in here knows what an AI data center is?” the lawyer asked.
Everyone and their brother raised their hand.
“Who here has used AI?”
Almost everyone raised their hand.
There were a few stragglers throughout, but it made me sick to see how many people had jumped onto the AI bandwagon.
Not that it was necessarily a bad thing to use it, I guess, but I just wished more people knew about the impact to not only the environment, but also people.
Photographers like me were struggling so dang hard right now trying to compete with fake AI photos.
That didn’t include AI taking over jobs completely.
The man beside me didn’t raise his hand, which made me want to clap him on the back.
I knew that he wouldn’t appreciate me touching him, though.
He looked unapproachable and scary.
Everything that I was not.
I was a bubbly, always happy redhead with blue eyes, freckles, and I was five-foot-one—if you stretched the tape measure.
People gravitated toward me because I was always smiling and approachable.
The man next to me and I were polar opposites.
The questions continued.
And as they did, the people in the room thinned down.
There were about twenty people left when a question was lobbed my way that cemented my participation in the trial.
“Do you know who Data Data Delta is?”
I shrugged. “Never heard of them.”
“What about DDD?”
I shook my head again. “Nope.”
The lawyer moved on to my seat neighbor, asking him questions.
My seat neighbor gave him stilted, one-word answers.
When he finished speaking, he’d cough a little bit, letting me know that he was likely recovering from a cold.
I didn’t freak out, though.
Wendy had gotten me sick twice since we’d arrived. I was probably immune to everything at this point.
Two more people were told they could leave over the next thirty minutes, leaving us with eighteen.
“We’re going to break for lunch,” the judge said. “You have your food vouchers?”
