J woke up to the beeping sound of his alarm clock, another day in paradise. Lately he felt a kind of pit deep inside but could not pinpoint exactly where or what it was, or even where it came from. All he knew was that feeling he could not shake off even though his life, now fully automated by the luxury of the middle class he clung to with a desperation only known to its last of last members.

As he opened his eyes, his clock, his watch, his phone, and the television in the living room were showing him the fruits of his labour. The statistics of his productive life at the newly built factory he was transferred to. State-of-the-art, fully automated. No need for technical know-how, so he was told. He just needed to walk the floor from time to time and greet the tech workers who needed to service the equipment. His dream job, or so he thought.

He had spent decades perfecting his work ethic, diligently gaining experience in various fields by applying the set of skills he had learned and transferring them to each of the dying human sectors he was tasked with.

Coffee in one hand, and a bagel in the other, he left his suburban house and stepped into his car. He turned on the radio, vintage classic rock just as he liked. He closed his eyes and reminisced the days of his youth, marvelling at the advancements from which he was benefiting. Life's good, he thought.

As his car spun up, its electric whirl gave off a subtle rumble of the engine from his all-time favourite supercar. He closed his eyes for the full duration of his commute as his car guided him through the city he once knew by heart. Now he would not be able to name the street on which his house sits.

He made his first round the spices factory, inspecting the machines even though he knew nothing of them. Still, it gave him a sense of accomplishment and belonging. He took pride in his work. His watch indicated ten. Six hours left, and two technicians were scheduled for maintenance. He supervised them with a satisfied sense of work well-done, his watch showing him his bank account set-up to update him in real-time with how much money he made.

He went for a walk during the afternoon but quickly came back inside after his watch indicated his loos in productivity for 1.2345 seconds. A full report was sent to his A.I. supervisor and he got a call from the head of the company quickly after, from their super-yacht on the shore. After the conversation, he shook his head and continued his day. Whew, he thought. That was a close one. Good thing he had his watch with him.

As his monitor locked at the end of his workday, J felt a sense of relief at another day in paradise.
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