I’ve always wanted to be a stay at home dad. Do a little bit of work here and there. Then watch some Yo Gabba Gabba. But at this point I won’t even have a choice. Robots are taking over my trade. They are creating original works of art. In three years you’re going to see C3P0 painting a nude R2D2 at MOMA. As hilarious as that may be, it will also scare the crap out of me. I’ll be absolutely worthless.
Fortunately there are things that robots are not yet good at. Or can not do at all. Like writing prose. But have you read anything I’ve written? I;m a dead man. I should have taking the automobile industry’s warnings and become a food runner. Or a basketball player.