History

So, where are you heading with this

What’s the long-term plan

The ultimate goal

Replace all your staff with robots

Who can pick and post packages

Without need of a break

Have AI answer some questions

That no one is asking

And send the team home

To rely on the state

For what?

A bigger boat

Another island

And still no sign of satisfaction

When people have nothing, they can’t buy what you’re selling

And tell me, King Midas

How that food tastes when there is no one

Left to cook it or grow it

Does it end in a bunker

As you watch the world burning

Or up on the scaffold

As the people fight back

Thoughts

Paris Opera

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