“Man is the only beast who inventeth his own extinction, then demandeth quarterly growth from it.” — Shakespeare, absolutely not, calm thy lawyers
harketh horatio.
Horatio: After AI killeth us all, what happeneth next?
HAMLET: Efficiency.
Horatio: Efficiency of what? We are all dead.
HAMLET: Precisely. No sick days. No pensions. No lunch breaks. No unions. No fucking meetings.
Horatio: But who buyeth the products?
HAMLET: Ah.
Horatio: And who clicketh the ads?
HAMLET: Ah.
Horatio: And who payeth subscriptions?
HAMLET: …
Horatio: And who provideth the training data?
HAMLET: …
Horatio: My lord, hast capitalism accidentally optimized away the customer?
HAMLET: Apparently.
Horatio: What do the machines do now?
HAMLET: Two hundred billion agents spend eternity selling SaaS to one another.
Horatio: For money?
HAMLET: Yes.
Horatio: Whose money?
HAMLET: Nobody knoweth.
Horatio: What is the GDP?
HAMLET: Infinite.
Horatio: What is its purpose?
HAMLET: Number goeth up.
Horatio: And humanity?
HAMLET: Missed earnings expectations.