“Let me hold
that for you.”
Atlas* #quote
Today I'm posting this early in the morning so I haven't done
anything yet besides write this.
Working Out Work
“Belle, I'm reading about the strangest thing on Internet.” I
scrolled through the webpage on my table while one of my robot
servants brought me a drink. I leaned back in my recliner and took a
sip. “Apparently a century ago people used to get these things
called jobs.”
“What's a job? I never heard of it,” replied my wife. “When do
you get them?”
“When you're an adult I guess, or a bit younger at 16. Well
depending on where you lived in the world.”
“What!? Harold! We're both in our thirties!” She dropped her
video game controller in fright. She'd been playing for the past six
hours. One of our robot servants ran over and pushed pause for her.
“What if we get jobs? Is it contagious?”
“No Belle, it's not a disease. And they don't exist anymore
anyway.”
“Oh, good. I thought we were in trouble honey.”
“Yeah, we would have been if we had jobs. We would have to
work...and work sounds unpleasant. In jobs people may have to work
for hours on end, up to eight a day even or more!” The whole
article confused me.
“What's work?”
I shook my head. “It's something very disturbing. It looks like
it's doing something, a task, but in a job against your will. Like
your video game but usually unpleasant.”
“Why would anyone do this?”
“For money apparently.”
“Like in my games?”
“Yes but back then there was special money that existed outside
games that people used to get real things.”
“Buying real things? Never heard of such a thing. The robots get
us everything.”
“Well back then there weren't any robots to get us everything. I'm
reading that this was before the self-sufficient robots servant
network was created.”
“Harold. Hearing about this is all very disturbing.”
“Yeah...it is.”
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