Thanksgiving Travel
You used to see the Bay; now on the way to SFO
a bevy of clashing billboards, all blood-bright graphics
and codes incomprehensible to the AI-dumb among us.
Dumb and dumber.
Look at the airline staff: all yawns, blank, demoted
to rote smiles as they correct operating intelligence.
Job description: To Oversee the Blundering
Machine. But as any parent knows, kids grow
competent; they turn 30, don’t need reminders
to pack and get going. The message is bright and bold:
they are replacing us. But AI ain’t flesh and blood,
the workers’ smiles tell you that in one second.