This is not the future Saturday morning cartoons prepared me
for. I really expected by this point in my life, I’d be living – or at least
vacationing – on the moon. Or maybe Mars. I’d have an ultra-modern home with
360-degree views, like the space needle. I thought I’d be zipping here and
there in my own personal rocket ship. And I KNEW I’d own a robot: like Rosie on
the Jetsons. She’d keep my house clean and tidy, do the dishes and laundry, and
maybe remind me of tomorrow’s haircut appointment. Well, I DO own a robot
vacuum. It’s a tossup whether he’s working for me or I’m
working for him. And maybe he's sharing my data with China. Ten-year-old me would have thought robots calling me on my
phone would be cool. It isn’t. Now we have artificial intelligence eliminating
human jobs, making us doubt EVERYTHING, and making the price of electricity skyrocket.
Not what I signed up for.
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