The Algorithm of Empathy

Blinking in the sharp rays of the afternoon sun, I was surprised to see that the concert I was to attend with friends tonight was cancelled. I mean Omega, my virtual, artificially intelligent assistant cancelled it on my behalf. This was perfectly usual, as it knew things earlier than I did. Networked with most of the population's vital signs and medical records, it was tasked with keeping much of the developed world healthy and kicking. It's like an ever present safety net that makes perfectly informed decisions. Just as I was thinking about this, an appointment with an oncologist popped into the concert's place on my calendar.