4094- Robots in charge. My Uber Driver was in a bubble and so was I.



I woke up in a Google play store. Not the app on my phone, the actual place. Icons hovered above me like constellations. My pillows and bedsheets were gone. I stood, still bewildered and staggered into a towering shelf and all the icons came crashing down on me. A robotic laugh oozed from the intercom. 

Wait, someone is watching? 

I brushed past the fallen icons. 

“Can anyone tell me what is going on?” I yelled so loud but my voice only echoed, no reply. A TV flickered on and the first breaking news headline clamored “4094- Robot era: Robots now in charge of the world” . Wait what?

Many experts had called this impossible. How could it have happened? The same voice from the intercom spoke again 

“Welcome human, here's your quest for today: In this storeroom, you can only travel in bubbles and request a ride from just one app. You may extract your bubbles from any photograph or artwork that contains one.” 


My heart skipped but almost instantly I remembered two sources from which I could get my bubbles. The first was an artwork I had seen before: The bubble boy at the art gallery by Jesunifemi (Jekphrasa) which is currently on sale for $1000. I quickly sent a request to order for a bubble to hellojekph@gmail.com and immediately a massive bubble popped up.

Bubble boy at the art gallery https://jekphart.blogspot.com/2026/02/bubble-boy-at-art-gallery.html
Bubble boy at the art gallery by Jekphrasa. Follow Jekphrasa on X by clicking here: https://x.com/Jekphrasa

The robot voice crackled “One bubble acquired.” 

The second was a photograph from Frank Frankstopherson’s bubble series. I sent a polite request and her kind heart granted me a bubble and a second big bubble popped up.

Bubble series by Frank Frankstopherson on X. I'm glad she allowed me to feature her beautiful photograph. Kindly find her on X by clicking here

Again the voice notes “two bubbles acquired”

I had a bubble to find the app I'd be using to get a ride and the other bubble for me and whoever would be driving me out of here. I got in the first bubble and I floated off in search of the Uber app. You can always rely on them even in a robotic catastrophe. I downloaded the app and ordered a ride (though, of course,Uber didn't pay me for the advert. lol.)

Almost immediately my ride arrived, we got into the second bubble and as we neared the exit, the bubble popped.

Jeez!

I jerked out of my sleep.

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Love from Jesunifemi ꒰⁠⑅꒱⁠˖⁠♡








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