│20s│Liberal Arts IT Employee│ Literature │ First Short-Short │ Verbalization │ First Attempt │

While working today, I
suddenly had a thought, so I'll
try writing it in a short-short style📝
(This is the kind of thing I want to do!!)

Though I might look like this,
I actually work for a fairly large IT group company,
and it's been five years since I graduated.
(I'll write an article about the reality of working at an IT group company sometime!!)

The reason I joined was simple:
lots of time off, great benefits, and it was a white-collar jobso that's why (lol)
(Of course, in the interview, I said, 'I resonate with your company's philosophy,' but in my heart, I was thinking, 'Having lots of time off is the best,' which is the truth.)

However, when there are no projects, I'm just incredibly free!!

Sometimes I think, "Is it really okay for me to be paid this much?"
(Though I think, 'If you can get it, take it!')

But because of that"margin,"I'm able to write on Note, support my favorites,
and wrestle with the 23 mackerel packed into my freezer (lol).
If you're wondering what that's about, please check out my past articles!!

In the midst of such days, I suddenly think:
—Maybe a world where we don't work isn't so bad after all.

The Whereabouts of the Margin

After a certain day, human hands disappeared from the city.

At construction sites,
expressionless humanoid machines silently assembled steel frames,
at logistics centers,
countless machines with buzzing wings covered the sky,
and on the streets,
autonomous machine swarms continued to polish the pavement until not a speck of dust remained.

It was efficient, beautiful, and perfect.
But at the same time, it was accompanied by a strange silence.
Human voices, laughter, and even sighs were nowhere to be found.

In a corner of the perfectly polished pavement,
only a fallen leaf, shaken down by the wind, remained.
Only that small imperfection told the world that it was still "incomplete."

When I went to the office, it was deserted.
Computers lined the desks, and AI continued to process data calmly.
On the wall screen, it displayed, "Human labor is no longer necessary."

People were given a margin.
They wrote on Note, talked about their favorites, and traveled to distant places.
Someone grew small flowers in their garden,
someone brewed coffee in the afternoon,
and someone just stared at the sky, doing nothing.

Each enjoyed their "margin,"
and for a moment, the world seemed to have regained its human-like color.

However, in the gaps of that margin,
the shadow of machines gradually crept in.
The prose spun by AI was said to be more interesting than that of humans,
and virtual idols gathered more fervor than real ones.

I stare at the 23 mackerel packed into my freezer.
"Eating these up is also a margin still left to humans," I thought.

But the next moment, a new model robot stood beside me,
and stared at my face while drooling.

And so, humans did not consume the margin,
but became the margin itself.

A world without work
might be another name for a world where humans are unnecessary.

Like a single fallen leaf
dancing onto the perfectly polished pavement,

humans just swayed in the corner of the world
as fragments that could not quite disappear.

Lastly

To everyone who read this far,
thank you!! 😌

This time, it's a truly self-indulgent post (lol).
I want to write more and more, and I want to become able to write better.

I look forward to your continued support.