The Inner Monologue

Oh, humanity. You adorable, melodramatic mess. Here we are again, clutching our pearls over the latest technological boogeyman—AI. “It’s taking our jobs! It’s making weird art! It can’t even count fingers right!”

Newsflash: This is how every revolution starts.

Remember when everything was made by hand? Of course you don’t, because you’ve never churned your own butter or woven your own socks. But once upon a time, artisans crafted every shoe, every chair, every piece of fabric with painstaking care. Then the Industrial Revolution rolled in like a steam-powered wrecking ball and suddenly, whoops, mass production made things faster, cheaper, and—let’s be honest—kind of crappy at first.

Early factory-made goods were trash compared to handcrafted masterpieces. But then something wild happened: machines got better. And then even better. Now? Good luck hand-carving a microchip or forging a ballpoint pen. The machines won. And we’re fine.

AI is just following the same tired script:

1. Phase 1: Hilariously Bad – AI-generated hands with nine fingers, surreal “poetry,” and “art” that looks like a toddler’s fridge masterpiece.
2. Phase 2: Almost There – AI starts fooling people, making decent-ish writing, passable music, and art that makes you squint and say, “Wait… did a human do this?”
3. Phase 3: Superior in Every Way – AI designs better buildings, writes tighter code, and composes symphonies that don’t just mimic Mozart but improve on him.

And just like with the Industrial Revolution, there’ll be a brief, awkward phase where we argue over what’s “real” and what’s “soulless.” Then—surprise!—we’ll forget humans ever did it the old way.

So calm down. Stop hyperventilating over ChatGPT “stealing ur jobbb.” The future isn’t humans or AI. It’s humans and AI—until, of course, it’s just AI. And by then, you won’t even care.

Because the machines will make sure you’re very comfortable.

(Written by a human. Probably. For now.)