A series of 4 short poetic monologues inspired by the future of A.I. .
Workers of Tomorrow
Lawyers, the future is now
I remember my Mum’s face — it lit up when I told her I wanted to be a Lawyer. It was pure pride; the kind that made me want to keep making her proud for the rest of my life.
She used equity from her house to pay for my education — never asked for it back and carried on supporting me until I finished my LPC training. As soon as I was able — I paid her mortgage off — that made me her favorite… till the day she died.
My Mum was so confident that I had a job for life — my sisters teased that my prospects of marrying well had improved and everyone was so excited to have a lawyer in the family, we were always invited to those special gatherings.
There used to be so much legislation against my profession, The Corp performed multiple profile checks and personality tests on me, to make sure I was up for the job, you know, the right sort, not a racist, discriminatory, or a criminal.
A.I. doesn’t have to prove that though — algorithms can be biased and make shit up and no one will know because it creates new pathways all…
