Klyukin conceives AI not as an army of vengeful robots but as the “Collective Mind”, a vast server full of the harvested memories and intellects of millions of ordinary people. Such a powerful resource, though useful in curing the world’s ills, comes at a price. Creativity donors, people who willingly give up their intellect for cash – Klyukin calls them “Happies” – live out their days in a state of bland contentment, devoid of imagination and unable to break the placid conformism enveloping this future society.