The Inner Monologue

Let’s face it—lying is a time-honored tradition. From “That haircut looks great!” to “The check is in the mail,” dishonesty is the social glue holding society together. But thanks to our relentless march toward dystopia (sorry, “progress”), AI is coming to wreck all that. Soon, you won’t just feel guilty about lying—your smart fridge will narc on you.

2025–2027: The Death of White Lies

AI Fact-Checking: Because Your Friends Deserve the Brutal Truth
By 2026, your browser will auto-flag your texts with helpful corrections like: “You told Jessica you were ‘too busy to meet,’ but your Uber Eats history shows you were eating mozzarella sticks in bed at 2 PM.” Thanks, tech.

Workplace Surveillance Gets a Glow-Up
HR’s new favorite toy? AI that scans your Zoom calls for “inconsistencies.” “You said you ‘tried your best’ on the project, but your Slack activity suggests you were arguing about Star Wars lore for three hours.” Enjoy your PIP.

2028–2030: The Era of No Chill

Deepfake or Deep-Fried? AI Will Decide
By 2030, posting a thirst trap will come with a disclaimer: “AI-detected enhancements: This person’s waistline has been edited, and their personality is still under review.”

Your Digital Paper Trail Is Now Your Warden
Your personal AI assistant will gently remind you: “You told your mom you don’t drink much, but your DoorDash orders suggest you single-handedly keep the margarita industry afloat.” Thanks, HAL.

2031–2035: The Truth Gulag

Lying? High Risk, Low Reward (Like Dating a Gemini)
By 2035, even thinking a lie will trigger a notification: “Your pulse spiked when you said you ‘love’ your in-laws. Would you like to revise your statement?”

Truth Scores: Because Credit Scores Weren’t Stressful Enough
Your Tinder profile won’t just show your height—it’ll display your “Verified Honesty Rating.” Spoiler: Nobody’s scoring above a 6.

The Bottom Line

AI won’t make us better—just incapable of getting away with anything. Soon, the only acceptable lie will be whispering “I’m fine” to your therapist bot before it bills you for detecting “emotional incongruence.”

So enjoy your fibs while they last, folks. The machines are coming, and they’re judging.

Timeline of Your Impending Doom:

• 2025–2027: AI outs your bad excuses.
• 2028–2030: Your secrets are algorithmically exposed.
• 2031–2035: You’re assigned a truth score, and it’s embarrassing.

Welcome to the future, where honesty isn’t the best policy—it’s the only policy. And also, your fridge is disappointed in you.