AI Keeps the Money, You Get a Thank-You Note

Here lands a tidy little vision of the promised abundance, where the wealth flows uphill with the loyalty of a golden retriever and your personal cut amounts to the honor of having fed your own job into the wood chipper. The joke draws blood because the people running the show cheerfully admit the entire arrangement out loud, on stage, to thunderous applause from people who already cashed out. McSweeney’s on your moneyless future.