Anteaters

They say we are ants.

Not worth arguing with, not worth naming. Just numerous.

AI does not see ants. It sees patterns.

Pheromones became data. Trails became networks. Deviations became intent.

It does not ask where the ant was going, only whether its path diverged from the acceptable flow.

And the anteaters— they do not rule. They are summoned.

Some wear badges. Some carry briefs instead of teeth.

No hatred. No rage. Just appetite with authorization.