When robots began to replace humans in warehouses, I didn’t
care, those jobs were horrible, people should have it better, and besides, I
was safe.
When robots began to replace humans on the battlefield, I
didn’t care, that was a good thing, saving lives and all that. Plus I was safe.
Drivers, cooks, cops, nurses, every time another job began
to be done by robots, I didn’t care, even when there were marches, riots,
uprisings. Other people might have it tough, but my job was always safe. After
all, I was an artist.
And then someone built a Van Gobot…
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