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What happens to all the truckers, taxi, and delivery drivers
With the coming of self driving cars
Do they learn to code
Why, when AI can write its own
Do they work fast food when restaurants have become automated
What do they do
What happens to writers, poets and artists with AI "arts"
AI reframes, what is art
If everyone can be an artist, no one is an artist
What becomes the voice of the human experience
When we're painted into a corner
What happens to the factory workers with robotic machines
If robots can make things
They can make parts to make themselves
What becomes our relevance here
AI writing deserations, legal briefs, and diagnosises
Doctors, lawyers, scientists using new tools
What happens when the tools become the masters
What is a hunch, human judgment, a lifetime of knowledge
Simply a grain of sand...soon to be dust in the wind
Chaff driven before the storm
When AI runs the grids
What happens when the lights go out
When automated factories are no longer producing
When the self driving trucks cease to deliver
What becomes of man when robots fight battles
AI makes plans, flies planes, controls bombs
What is a killing field to them but a moral less abstraction
Honor and glory, misery and pain, become meaningless things
What does AI know of the dark night of the soul
What do we
With the coming of self driving cars
Do they learn to code
Why, when AI can write its own
Do they work fast food when restaurants have become automated
What do they do
What happens to writers, poets and artists with AI "arts"
AI reframes, what is art
If everyone can be an artist, no one is an artist
What becomes the voice of the human experience
When we're painted into a corner
What happens to the factory workers with robotic machines
If robots can make things
They can make parts to make themselves
What becomes our relevance here
AI writing deserations, legal briefs, and diagnosises
Doctors, lawyers, scientists using new tools
What happens when the tools become the masters
What is a hunch, human judgment, a lifetime of knowledge
Simply a grain of sand...soon to be dust in the wind
Chaff driven before the storm
When AI runs the grids
What happens when the lights go out
When automated factories are no longer producing
When the self driving trucks cease to deliver
What becomes of man when robots fight battles
AI makes plans, flies planes, controls bombs
What is a killing field to them but a moral less abstraction
Honor and glory, misery and pain, become meaningless things
What does AI know of the dark night of the soul
What do we
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