It's 2049. Things have changed. We were somehow able to reverse climate change, much to my surprise and the economy is doing well.
I get paid well for sometimes working and other times for being present in my office with beige coloured futons. I do not think I am a better fit for any other occupation- I listen to woes of human misery and the lack thereof. Well, I guess that explains the perks of holding a job that AI can't really take over. People apparently like the humaneness that comes with a psychologist who is an actual homo sapien. And oh, mental health isn't really a myth anymore.
It's 2049. Things have changed. Alexa's millionth update is out and she is tailored according to the owner's needs. My neighbor's son understands the meaning of consent and sex education is finally a thing in schools. Indian parents don't push their kids to do engineering and medicine. Turns out it was all about the pay at the end of the day for them. Passion reigns. Humanity encompasses the geoid. People care about their jobs just enough to do it for the virtue of it- neither for the money nor for the social position. I catch up on all the Kantian philosophy and Kafkaesque literature I can get my hands on, for I was banished from reading them during my youth because earning and establishing a career and not to forget, to get an office at the 54th floor with a fancy view was obviously the expected priority, the ultimate dream. Like I said it's surprising how humans can metamorphosize when they are given their own time and space to pursue their interests, when ranks do not matter and when competition and comparison don't stand a chance. Nothing is immaculate but tolerance towards humaneness is ever increasing.
Its 2049. Things have changed. Things are good.
I get paid well for sometimes working and other times for being present in my office with beige coloured futons. I do not think I am a better fit for any other occupation- I listen to woes of human misery and the lack thereof. Well, I guess that explains the perks of holding a job that AI can't really take over. People apparently like the humaneness that comes with a psychologist who is an actual homo sapien. And oh, mental health isn't really a myth anymore.
It's 2049. Things have changed. Alexa's millionth update is out and she is tailored according to the owner's needs. My neighbor's son understands the meaning of consent and sex education is finally a thing in schools. Indian parents don't push their kids to do engineering and medicine. Turns out it was all about the pay at the end of the day for them. Passion reigns. Humanity encompasses the geoid. People care about their jobs just enough to do it for the virtue of it- neither for the money nor for the social position. I catch up on all the Kantian philosophy and Kafkaesque literature I can get my hands on, for I was banished from reading them during my youth because earning and establishing a career and not to forget, to get an office at the 54th floor with a fancy view was obviously the expected priority, the ultimate dream. Like I said it's surprising how humans can metamorphosize when they are given their own time and space to pursue their interests, when ranks do not matter and when competition and comparison don't stand a chance. Nothing is immaculate but tolerance towards humaneness is ever increasing.
Its 2049. Things have changed. Things are good.
G. Marshini
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