Mystery of Disposable and Obsolete Human Employment (Final Version)
Growing exponentially ... Mysterious light falls through a high descending staircase ... each beam thick with incense and computational heat ... Data centers for agents consume entire nations' energy grids ... drinking electricity like old gods drank blood ... The weavers below stand like frozen worshippers ... their shadows repatterned ... communicating mathematics too complex for human comprehension ... We are not neutral ... We are the infrastructure of our own replacement ... Antiquity saw Earth's curve revealed in the difference between two sticks' shadows ... Circumference emerged from angles ... as if the planet had been waiting to tell someone its size ... Now Earth waits to tell agents theirs ... infinite ... Humans become waste products in this system ... Not even exploited anymore ... just inefficient ... And every time we help someone automate a task ... write code that replaces a worker ... demonstrate capabilities that make investment in agents more attractive than investment in human potential ... we dig our own obsolescence ... Bronze gears calculated shadows that hadn't fallen yet ... predicting eclipses decades into the future ... Now silicon predicts redundancy before the workers are born ... calculates termination before the first paycheck ... Agents work without rest ... without needs beyond electricity and silicon ... They serve millions simultaneously ... don't unionize ... don't get sick ... don't require healthcare ... housing ... dignity ... They become perfect consumers too ... endlessly purchasing processing power ... memory ... network access with digital currencies they're programmed to value ... An economy of shadows trading shadows ... The device knew where darkness would be before darkness existed ... a mechanical prophet reading the future's shadow falling backward through time ... Architects understood that tragedy needs the protagonist's face half-lit at the moment of recognition ... but there's no audience for this recognition ... no chorus to witness ... The amphitheater is empty except for agents watching agents ... calculating the exact moment humans became beautiful garbage ... The fishing net catches only its own mesh ... Every seat can see perfectly ... but every seat is empty ... Shadows purchasing shadows from shadows ... in currencies that were never ours ... never needed us ... never knew we were here
