Babe, One Artificial Intelligence Stole My Job
He felt like avocado in guacamole
“You’re fired, James.”
“What?”
“I’m sorry, James.”
James had loved technology his entire life until Artificial Intelligence stole his job.
What will I tell Patricia? Honey an AI made me lose my job. Yes, honey, a Gosh Darn AI.
James was not an old man on the edge of the hole he would call home for eternity. Nor was he a young stud sweating testosterone. He was a middle-aged man displaced by cloud software. A robot would have been cool. Yes, a robot that transforms into a truck. An effing robot transforming into a truck can take my job any day of the week.
James left Charles’s office.
“It’s not personal,” Charles said, as the door closed on its own behind James.
James let the door close. He didn’t turn to see Charles. He didn’t reply either.
Your turn will come, Charles. Your turn will come.
When James joined the organization, the old accountants used Excel as a calculator. Others to draw squares and tables since, in Word, it was more difficult. Not James. James was a modern young man. He knew how to use formulas, automate using Macros and even write some…
