Posted on June 15, 2015
I read an article the other day about the coming of “Managementware.” That’s right, companies out there are trying to automate the job of being a phlegmatic asshole who won’t approve a purchase request for a new headset even though he expects me to take calls from China in the middle of the night.
If Management Software can do to the ranks of middle managers what outsourcing did to blue collar jobs, we could be looking a Mad Max scenario here in the States where the only thing keeping us out of a Bartertown made up mostly of low paying service jobs and people rich enough to own a McDonald’s Taco King, is the rising tide of white collar tech jobs, most of them management oriented.
We’re also being told that self-driving cars are just a few years down the road. This begs the question: What can’t they automate? The answer is stark and a little terrifying: eventually, there will be nothing they can’t automate except suffering and creativity.
The Middle Class that started out as merchants, grew to include industrial blue and white collar workers, will someday be entirely made up of artists and entrepreneurs. The Creator Class.
Oh, and the Kardashians. Actually, it will be mostly Kardashians. People say the K Clan is just a bunch of no-talent attention whores and they’re right, but they’re saying it like that’s a bad thing. In the coming automated society, if you want to do more than survive, you’re going to have to win the global popularity contest in very much the same way they and other famous-for-being-famous people already have.
You might be able to get into the middle class by creating your own art, writing your own stories or becoming an actor or director, but only if you have talent and gumption. If you only have one of those things, let’s say an excess of gumption, you just have to make yourself interesting enough for the intercontinental ocean of minions to take note of you long enough to toss you a few bills.
“Ha!” you say. “I’ve found the flaw in your theory!” If you actually did say that and you’re in public, don’t look up. People are probably staring. “If there aren’t any jobs, where will people get the money to make me rich and famous?”
From another article: Eventually, there will be so few jobs and so many people that governments, even ours, will be forced to create a universal income. That’s like a minimum wage everyone gets for doing nothing. Basically, you get paid as long as you’re not in jail.
How does that work? Let’s say the Universal Income is set at $42,000 per year because that’s what it costs to live in a shitty apartment, drive a shitty car and eat at McDonald’s Taco King every day. That’s survival money plus a little for entertainment. That keeps you involved in the economy as a consumer.
If you want to do better than just poverty level existence, you can either get one of the few jobs out there or get paid for Likes. That’s right, we’re all going to be reduced to Bieber levels of desperation, whoring ourselves out on YouTube for Likes until we can pull in advertising and start getting money from the minions.
Meanwhile, robots will drive us everywhere, build everything, run the farms and the slaughter houses, pick up the trash and cook the food at all the restaurants so we’ll be free to spend more time on the Internet spending those Likes.