The Mayor suggested that instead of fighting AI, we should retrain and learn new skills. That’s the sensible, grown-up advice. I retrained once by watching a 30-minute YouTube video on “How to Fold a Fitted Sheet.” I still failed. So maybe I’m not ready for the AI revolution.
But think about it: if AI takes over the boring stuff, we might actually have time for the fun stuff. Like taking 45-minute coffee breaks or finally learning to play the ukulele badly. Or, more realistically, we’ll just argue on the internet about whether AI is scary. That’s a human tradition, and no robot can steal that from us.
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The Real Fear: My Job Title
Here’s my biggest worry: my job title is “Content Coordinator,” which sounds like something AI would invent to replace “Person Who Googles Things.” I’ve read that robots can now write articles (like this one, apparently). But can they write with the same level of sarcasm and mild existential dread? I doubt it. AI lacks the soul of someone who has spilled coffee on a keyboard three times in one week.
So, while the Mayor warns us, I’ll keep my day job. I’ll nod along at meetings, pretend to understand spreadsheets, and hope that my “human-ness” will save me. And if all else fails, I’ll join a circus. AI can’t juggle bad puns and a midlife crisis—yet.
