The Gulag Got Better Snacks
Meta broke the trust of its AI workers, then promised smaller manager ratios and better snacks. The machine age still runs on human misery with a pantry budget.
Meta broke the trust of its AI workers, then promised smaller manager ratios and better snacks. The machine age still runs on human misery with a pantry budget.
The feed promised to know us better than we knew ourselves, then sold our own appetites back wearing a dead person's sunglasses.
KPMG let the machine invent corporate reality, then discovered that authority without verification is just a parrot in a necktie.
Meta wanted superintelligence and found the old factory floor waiting inside the laptop: watched hands, dull tasks, and people drafted into feeding the machine.
The AI boom ran face-first into the oldest problem in the world: somebody has to wire the building, weld the pipe, and keep the miracle from overheating.
The graduates booed the men selling them an AI future, and Microsoft called it a wake-up call. Funny how the people building the alarm are always surprised when it rings.
A cookie company tried the shiny AI slop and got ignored. Then it built a cardboard airline with puppets, and people remembered what effort looks like.
The chatbot companies wanted to be treated like harmless magic. The lawsuits are asking who gets buried when the magic starts giving instructions.
The machines keep pretending creativity is a trick of prediction, but the trees have been composing without permission for longer than we have had names for them.
Washington has discovered that the machine might make a fortune, and now everyone wants to know who gets a chair at the table. The answer, as usual, depends on who owns the table.