I’m not saying I’m against progress. I’m saying progress now requires three passwords, two-factor authentication, a retina scan, and still doesn’t work on Tuesdays.
These days, AI is doing everything: writing books, making art, giving therapy, stealing jobs, raising kids, diagnosing rashes, and explaining your emotions back to you in the voice of a perky 27-year-old robot named “Kara.” Meanwhile, I’m over here just trying to figure out how to turn down the dashboard brightness so I can drive at night without feeling like I’m inside a tanning bed.
I hate my my new car. Beautiful on the outside, total tyrant on the inside. I don’t drive it — it drives me. Literally and emotionally. Every time I get in, it barks orders: “Fasten seat-belt. Stay in your lane. Zip up your fly!” I haven’t been bossed around this much since I forgot our anniversary in 1983.
And now? The car and my wife have become friends.
The other day, I was getting scolded by the car for “hard braking.” My wife chimes in — “And you drive too fast!”
And the car says,
“She’s right! Why don’t you listen to us anymore?”
They’re taking turns! It’s like a passive-aggressive tag team, and I’m just the sweaty guy in the middle trying to find the defrost button.
And don’t get me started on the radio — because there isn’t one. It’s been replaced by a giant iPad stuck to the dashboard that does everything except play my favorite radio station. I ask for Johnny Cash, and it gives me an AM weather report in Swedish and asks me to update my billing info.
I don’t mean to complain but AI has gone too far! My Roomba tried to snuggle on the couch. I said, “No thank you — I don’t fraternize with the help.” Now my refrigerator’s snitching on me to my Fitbit. I open it for ice cream and my wrist buzzes like I’m on parole and the smart phone gets my personal trainer on the line.
My neighbor just got a robot housekeeper. Top-of-the-line, supposedly. “Just like a real housekeeper,” he said Yeah? It doesn’t cook, doesn’t clean, and it sure as hell doesn’t do windows… just like a real one! I dropped a gum wrapper on the floor and said, “Hey, can you bend over and pick that up?”
It stopped, looked at me, and said:
“I’m not that kind of robot.”
Then I asked it to work a little faster.
It filed an HR complaint.
I think it’s trying to unionize!
People under 40? They don’t talk anymore. They just stare into their phones like vultures circling for Wi-Fi, pecking at screens, feeding on likes, and calling it “connection.” I watched a guy walk into a fountain the other day while watching a video of another guy walking into a fountain. Darwin must be rolling over in his grave.
The birth rate is dropping because no one’s making real babies anymore — just AI-generated partner profiles with “strong values” and six-pack abs. A one-night stand now gets you a computer virus. Instead of penicillin, you download an anti-virus and hope for the best.
Back in my day, if your love life needed a reboot, you bought flowers and said sorry. Now? You update your relationship status and pretend you meant to be “just friends.”
And what’s with the constant updates? Every gadget, every app, every car stereo is installing “critical updates” while I’m just trying to check the weather. If I had a car that recalled itself every month, I’d call a tow truck and a priest. But my laptop? “Now installing Update 14.98.6.7.4 for your convenience.” Yeah, real convenient! Now the screen is upside down, and my printer thinks it’s a Bluetooth speaker named Jeff.
And let’s not forget the latest insult: robot grand-kids. Perfect posture. Always respond to texts. Even remember birthdays. This is creepy, so I asked them
“Can you act more like real grandchildren?”
They said,
“Sure.”
Then they stopped visiting.
So go ahead. Let your smart fridge write your memoir, your car argue with your wife, and your robot housekeeper form a labor union in the kitchen. Meanwhile, I’ll be out front, yelling at the neighbor’s dog, shaking my fist at a world where even the Roomba is rolling its eyes at me.
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