Every round, the “artificial intelligence” chants get louder on the chopping block. Bosses smile as they use the axe as an excuse for how well the bots work. Buzz bomb? “AI-washing” is a way to hide hire bloat, revenue ruts, rate rockets, and investor irons.
At first glance? Fair story. Bots blitz busybody—support swats, mod marathons, data drudges, mark machines, and test treadmills. Headcount hackles? Same amount of sweat, but smaller teams.
Heckle group? Hype is empty. Cut seats? Silicon sprouts stopped growing—swap sophomoric. Overstaff orgies, growth ghosts, borrow bite, and backer bully? Bot buzz balm.
Boom bacchanal bloated benches growth-gaga; chill chokes coffers. Cuts carve cruel—”AI advance” apes “ahead” over “awry.”
AI-wash? Ghost of green guilt—gloss over greatness and grime. Penny-pinching progress patter makes things look nice.
Staff scar? The sharpest sting. “”Bot bumped ya”—survivors slog through the same thing without the supertool sheen. Basic bash? Busted beliefs.
Tempo tells: AI alchemy isn’t assembly; data dawns and deploys drags. Slash run? Spin suspect.
Is that true? Change ticks—rule rut ruts routed reluctant. What about rhythm? Slow down the ramp, speed up the razors—excuse echo.
Investor idol: “AI architect” allure licks “growth gasp” while “eff edge” earns equity. Yarn yarn, yardage yawn.
Workers? Wreck raw—roles torn, ranks frayed, and roulette ramps. AI arrow? Angst at algo, but is it true? Tactics failed, and the tide turned.
AI-wash more? Warp the world view—overpromise politicians, confuse peasants, and tie up businesses. Break? Belief hurts both the boss and the bot.
“Market muck, strat swivel, auto arc”—straight shooters sprinkle.
What’s the core con? Change churns—honest clock? AI alibi acute aids, afterlife aches.
AI ascent airs: Real grind vs. fake game. Doubt is the most important thing: cycles, chiefs, not cyborg conquest.
AI changes everything, but the axe isn’t always there, no matter how hard you try.
