I’m reminded of “Johnny Mnemonic,” the 1995 movie. From IMDB:

In 2021, society is driven by a virtual Internet, which has created a degenerative effect called “nerve attenuation syndrome” or NAS. Megacorporations control much of the world, intensifying the class hostility already created by NAS.

It seems to me that AI is the real “virtual internet” here.
Although rather unrelated to the topic at hand, I also liked this quote:

… [Henry] Rollins, who is uninterested in science fiction, joined the cast because he liked the film’s focus on an upcoming disadvantaged underclass.

I’m getting flashbacks to the knife dildo from the movie “Seven.”

No shit?

That’s actually pretty good. And really not what I expected.

Would you like some making fuck?

Which in turn got its name from Marco Polo.

He must be using up toothbrushes like other people are using up toilet paper.

Please tell me it’s called “Mr. and Mrs. Beans.”

Or this one:

Two wheels don’t make a bike.

I just pictured a movie scene in my head where she narrowly escapes the seller, riding the bike like a bat out of hell. He pulls out a gun, starts shooting as she disappears in the distance. A cop car arrives, lights flashing. She’s forced to take narrow and hazardous back alleys. Cut to police dogs barking. She fords a river while carrying the bike over her shoulder to erase the scent.
Late at night, still riding the bike, she arrives at her home, totally exhausted, covered with dirt and leeches, hair disheveled, only to find her actual bike - that looks exactly like the one she just stole from the guy, who is really poor and had to sell the bike to pay for his divorce - chained to the lamp post in front of her house, the same place where she had left it.

Thank you. I like it.
I’d like to mention this one, too:

V-3 - No One Speaks My Language Here

(One of my favorite albums of all time. I don’t think it’s online, though.)

When she is lonely and the longing gets too much
She sends a cable coming in from above
Don’t need no phone at all

That’s Denmark, if you are referring to the cartoon.

I’d like to share this inspirational quote by Basquiat who OD’d aged 27:
“They tell me that the drugs are killing me, then I stop, and then they say my art’s dead.”

Morpheus:

You think that’s air you’re breathing?

What we’ve got here is failure to communicate.

Explain, please.

That’s no moon.