This sounds like hell on earth to me. Automating the "boring" stuff does not sound healthy.
Two stories:
When my father was in Japan in the 1970s, he was strutting around like a rooster in an obnoxious, white suit and crossed paths with a Zen monk quietly sweeping a path. The monk looked up at him and my father felt, he said, about six inches tall. The dignity and focus of the monk put my father to shame.
I was once in Princeton, NJ, waiting to cross a crosswalk at a streetlight. Someone extremely famous (I think) and certainly incredibly wealthy was in a car at an intersection, waiting for the car in front of her to turn so she could proceed. She was beside herself -- honking, screaming, practically crying. Being asked to wait for someone else was more than she could stand.
Obviously these experiences relied on a lot of assumptions and interpretation on my and my father's part. I'm sure there were other ways of reading the monk and driver.
Regardless, when I imagine the world you're describing, what I see is a combination of my father in the white suit and the driver: spoiled, incompetent, impatient, egocentric people incapable of enduring the indignity of having to make any decisions for themselves, wait for anything, or stoop to the humiliating depths of thinking about the boring stuff. In a weird, backwards way, what you're describing also sounds like subservience to me.
Smartphones are bad for people. This sounds much, much, much worse. I hope I die before/if the technology "matures."
> In a weird, backwards way, what you're describing also sounds like subservience to me
Arent we taking the next step to the dystopia portrayed in Matrix. Many of us are already trapped in the social media matrix and manipulated by it. We can now outsource all our cognition and decision making to these machines, and sip cocktails on a beach, while these machines show us the narratives we want to hear.
Yah the boring stuff is unnecessary and economically unproductive. No one should be forced to be interested in things they aren’t interested in. I absolutely do not want to spend any time on the things you find interesting.
Life’s too short to figure out what kind of curtains are best for my home.
Two stories:
When my father was in Japan in the 1970s, he was strutting around like a rooster in an obnoxious, white suit and crossed paths with a Zen monk quietly sweeping a path. The monk looked up at him and my father felt, he said, about six inches tall. The dignity and focus of the monk put my father to shame.
I was once in Princeton, NJ, waiting to cross a crosswalk at a streetlight. Someone extremely famous (I think) and certainly incredibly wealthy was in a car at an intersection, waiting for the car in front of her to turn so she could proceed. She was beside herself -- honking, screaming, practically crying. Being asked to wait for someone else was more than she could stand.
Obviously these experiences relied on a lot of assumptions and interpretation on my and my father's part. I'm sure there were other ways of reading the monk and driver.
Regardless, when I imagine the world you're describing, what I see is a combination of my father in the white suit and the driver: spoiled, incompetent, impatient, egocentric people incapable of enduring the indignity of having to make any decisions for themselves, wait for anything, or stoop to the humiliating depths of thinking about the boring stuff. In a weird, backwards way, what you're describing also sounds like subservience to me.
Smartphones are bad for people. This sounds much, much, much worse. I hope I die before/if the technology "matures."