Artificial Intelligence

I have a friend who is a nurse. Not the TV kind, with good lighting and a romance subplot. The real kind. She does twelve-hour shifts, she lifts grown men who cannot lift themselves, she cleans up things you and I would rather not put into words, and she holds the hand of someone who is dying while their family is stuck in traffic.

Every time someone says the machines are coming for the jobs, there’s a guy in the back of the room who knows the term. Lump of labour fallacy . He’s read his economics and he’ll explain it to you slowly, the way you explain things to a child. Work isn’t a fixed pie, he says.