The Age of Innovation
and its consequences
Feb 24, 2017 · 1 min read
Dear Son,
In my most vulnerable letter yet, it is with a heavy heart — I must admit — I no longer sustain a job. After twenty or so years working on the factory floor, making a living, and whittling at my fingers, the time has come when my work has been labeled “non-vital”.
The new line of workers never get tired and, thus, never need rest. All they crave is a single drop of oil to keep them motivated.
This will be my last letter, for my earnings for a mere stamp will no longer suffice.
— Your Mother
