future, zukunft ...
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ki The year is 2042. You log in to work in the morning. Your various Zoom vtuber clones have attended five simultaneous daily stand-up meetings. You can't really tell if the notes they took mean anything, but probably not - no human has been to any of these meetings in years. Probably safe to disregard them.
You work for a publishing house, so you received fifteen thousand scripts for novels overnight. Your Outlook assistant claims all of them were AI-generated, so you delete them unread. No real way to know.
You order food from a delivery service. Doesn't really matter what or where, the pictures and descriptions are all AI-generated and the food is drop-shipped from a ghost kitchen somewhere. Half of them claim to be McDonalds, but what you get is a sticky pizza bagel.
Outside, the Nasdaq reaches an all-time height.
