Disclaimer: This work of fiction is intended as satire & cultural commentary. The author claims no relationship to Milady Maker or Remilia Collective at this point in time. My parents turned out to be right all along. There was no money to be made from my art degree. But it wasnโt even because I was a bad artist, or didnโt have real skills. I actually was really good once & Iโm quite confident I could have gotten a role on a team doing background digital painting for animations โ which was my intention coming out of school โ if it had been ten years ago. But that fucking AI (VINCI) changed everything. How was I to know that my line of work was going to get automated away even before that of taxi drivers?
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