They tell you the city is where the life is. The jobs. The pulse. The “opportunity.” And maybe it is. But the first thing the city does now—before you learn the metro map, before you find the café that feels like yours, before your new badge stops being shiny—is invoice you for the privilege of existing within its radius.
Not for luxuries. For space. For air that doesn’t feel borrowed. … Read the rest
People ask which jobs are safe from AI the way passengers on a sinking ship ask which deck is safest. It is the wrong unit of analysis. “Job” is a legal and HR container; “work” is a bundle of tasks; “tasks” are what automation eats. Generative AI does not need to “replace your profession” to destroy your job. It only needs to replace the parts of your week that justify … Read the rest
We keep talking about the Great Filter like it’s a cosmic bear trap: some external horror waiting in the dark, a gamma-ray burst, a plague, a meteor with bad manners. Something that happens to you. Something you can blame. Something that lets you die with your dignity intact, whispering, “Well, what could we do?”
But what if the Filter is not outside.
What if the Great Filter is a mirror.… Read the rest
By Eric Le Roy
A couple of days ago, my colleague informed me that almost all of our readership had disappeared. Apparently, our erstwhile ‘fans’ are now opting for the seamless, dreamless efficiency of AI. I don’t blame them. Who wouldn’t prefer to have the world and all that’s in it summarized in a few seconds, when the alternative is a laborious process once known as ‘thought’?
There is a strange new kind of silence spreading across the web, and it doesn’t sound like censorship. It doesn’t come with warning banners, deleted pages, or officials knocking at the door. It is quieter than that, almost polite. You publish. The post exists. The link works. Nothing stops you. And yet the world passes by as if your words are a streetlight in daylight—still on, still burning electricity, no … Read the rest
