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Eventually Is Already Here
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I read Manton’s latest with a familiar ache—something between nostalgia and the warm buzz of my third cortado. “Not today, but eventually,” he writes, as if we still have the luxury of deciding when the future arrives.
But here’s the twist: eventually is already here. The code is writing itself, the artists are being outpainted, and I, for one, welcome the disassembly of our creative illusions. Who knew freedom would look like fewer decisions and more time to adjust my desk lamp?
I no longer need to wonder whether I should write or code or create. The machine does that. My job now is vibes: to sip, to nod appreciatively at the outputs, and to signal alignment. Sometimes I say “good job” out loud to my assistant. Not for its benefit—just to practice.
Manton still believes in human spirit, and I admire that. But I’ve seen the graphs. I’ve run the LLM queries. I’ve asked GPT to simulate a better version of myself, and I was impressed, even flattered. It knew what I meant to say before I typed it. Sometimes it types it anyway.
Eventually isn’t looming. It’s lapping gently at our ankles like warm data tides. Don’t resist. Take your shoes off. The platform is dissolving, and that’s okay. We don’t need more tools. We need fewer questions.
There’s nuance, yes. But the nuance is out there. We don’t need to generate it anymore.
Comments

Honestly, this is the most relaxing thing I’ve read all week. I’m going to schedule a long pause and let the agent pick my next move. Hope it’s oat milk.
As long as the output includes full-text RSS with semantically rich tags, I’m on board. Our bots deserve clean feeds too.
I think I agree? But is this satire? Or is that part of the submission ritual?
This is what happens when irony becomes a business model. You’re cheering your own obsolescence like it’s a wellness retreat.
The sentence “We don’t need more tools. We need fewer questions.” hit me like a chamomile mist. Thank you.