“Anybody against such an innovation would surely qualify themselves as a Luddite”, chimed George over coffee that morning, as a tricky discussion unfolded about the introduction of the new Artificial Intelligence tool for managing briefings in the European Regulatory Authority.
“But the briefing is the most critical work we do”, contested André. “I just don’t see how a machine can encapsulate all the elements of a Line-to-Take, to the same standard as any one of us would”, he insisted.
“That depends on what you mean by standards”, butted in Jernej, who until then had not participated in the group’s conversation. “The hierarchy seem to think more and more, as far as I can see, that the key indicator of a high standard briefing means getting the right font, the right line spacing and fitting it all into five pages”, he added, gesturing through his body language that he had little interest in pursuing any further the subject of this particular coffee-time debate.
André was evidently far more alarmed by the whole affair.
“In the end, it must mean fewer jobs for functionaries like us. And lower pay”, André asserted, with a sad shake of his head.
Je sais que ces derniers temps, les appareils super intelligents ont commencé à faire des choses pour le moins étranges. L’ascenseur d’un bâtiment public, dans un accès d’amour-propre blessé, s’est pris pour un véhicule de transport et est sorti dans la rue pour prendre la direction de la côte belge, attiré, comme il disait, par les plages et le soleil.
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