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After parking the janky time machine, I went strolling through a near-future timeline, minding my own business, when I spotted something peculiar. Amidst the sea of people, there was this common thread—a tiny, unassuming button pinned on lapels with the words "Human Inside." It was everywhere, like those campaign buttons politicians love or the ones you snag at indie band concerts.
Naturally, my curiosity was through the roof. I had to know what was up with these buttons. So, I did what any self-respecting time-travel blogger would do: I stopped someone to get the lowdown.
The woman I approached was all smiles, and her button was like a badge of honor as she explained. In this timeline, jobs are basically divided into two categories: those the robots have snagged and the golden gigs they can't touch. Jobs that require a human touch. Those lucky enough to fall into the latter category wear these buttons as a show of solidarity. It's like they're part of an exclusive club.
These buttons are more than just accessories; they're a statement. They scream, "I'm a human in a robot's world!" They're a nod to the skills that can't be programmed, the jobs that require heart, and the services that feel empty without the human touch.
As I thanked her and continued on my way, I couldn't help but think about the power of that tiny button. It's a reminder that no matter how advanced we get, there's always going to be a market for humanity. In a world racing toward automation, these folks are not just surviving; they're thriving, flaunting their irreplaceable human skills.
This made me feel warm inside
I guess the robot would-be allies might also be wearing them. Machine love <-> human love