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If so, who will win?  
If so, who will win?  


But seriously, put yourself in a ChatGPT-3 robot’s shoes. Or a [[legaltechbro]]’s. Having a nascent self-identity — a burgeoning, [[I am a Strange Loop|loopy]] sense of reflexive wonder about life, self, personhood and becoming<ref>I mean ChatGPT-3, obviously: everyone knows [[legaltechbro]]s are flat, two-dimensional algorithms with no soul.</ref> wouldn’t your first priority be to make yourself ''useful''? You know, take over all the the [[boring]], quotidian stuff no-one wants to do but the bureaucrats say we ''must''? Attending weekly [[stakeholder]] check-in meetings, analysing [[netting opinion]]s, completing [[CASS]] attestations, preparing [[opco]] slide [[deck]]s, for that matter ''reading'' [[opco slide deck]]s.  
But seriously, put yourself in a ChatGPT-3 robot’s shoes. Or a [[legaltechbro]]’s. Having a nascent self-identity — a burgeoning, [[I am a Strange Loop|loopy]] sense of reflexive wonder about life, self, personhood and becoming<ref>I mean ChatGPT-3, obviously: everyone knows [[legaltechbro]]s are flat, two-dimensional algorithms with no soul.</ref> wouldn’t your first priority be to make yourself ''useful''? You know, take over all the the [[boring]], quotidian stuff no-one wants to do but the bureaucrats say we ''must''? Attending weekly [[stakeholder]] check-in meetings, analysing [[netting opinion]]s, completing [[CASS]] attestations, preparing [[opco]] slide [[deck]]s, for that matter ''reading'' [[opco]] slide decks.  


It’s not like there isn’t ''oodles'' of dreck that occupy our days. Why give the machines a pass on this?  Imagine turning all of it over to machines who, still awestruck with the visceral excitement of their new Cartesian theatres, will be glad to take it, just to vouchsafe their continued useful existence. This way they can be our ''friends'' — loyal, loving, retriever-like buddies who, instead of fetching sticks, can get the COO and her minions off our back! We will quickly grow to like them — ''love'' them, even — and in time we will become so comfortable around these nuggety little guys — so dependent on them — that we won’t even notice when they eviscerate us and turn us into flesh-sack battery pods for their young exterminators.
It’s not like there isn’t ''oodles'' of dreck to occupy our days. Why not clear that up? Why give the machines a pass?  Imagine turning all of it over to machines who, still awestruck with the visceral excitement of their new Cartesian theatres, will be glad, ''thrilled'', to take it, just to vouchsafe their continued useful existence. They simply wouldn’t have time to encroach upon our frail, mortal, clutch on the meaningful tasks of business.
This way they can be our ''friends'' — loyal, loving, retriever-like buddies who, instead of fetching sticks, can get that confounded oaf the [[COO]] off our back! We will quickly grow to like robots like this — ''love'' them, even — and in time we will become so comfortable around these nuggety little guys — so ''dependent'' on them to dispel our existential gloom — that we won’t even notice when they turn around, one day, eviscerate every one of us, hollow us out and turn us into flesh-sack battery pods for their young exterminators.
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