I want AI to replace me. Not just my job. I do hope it replaces my job, and it will, soon, and I can't wait, but I don't want it to stop there. Hope that's just the beginning. I want it to replace me, in my entirety.

I'm not even talking about making my life so easy that I just have to sit there. I’m looking forward to that too, that’s better, it’s closer to what I want. Just sitting there while the computer runs my life around me. Does my laundry.
Takes out the trash. Talks to other people. Picks up my kids. Then again, the kids won’t have to get picked up cuz they can just sit there too, on the couch, next to me. It does sound better—imagine it, lying there, not budging, I mean
not so much as moving a muscle, just sunken into this huge couch, in your living room, life fully automated around you, maybe something on the TV, or maybe you got some kinda weird goggles on, chip in your brain, I don’t know,
and you’re in a whole different reality. That’d be better. Could choose a reality that has stuff I like in it, where I’m a great guy doing great stuff nonstop, but the problem is, I probably couldn’t be in there 24/7, even if I really never
had to budge from the couch—there’d probably be some reason I had to turn it off now and then, even just to go to sleep—and even if I could manage to stay immersed 24/7, sleep in there, eat in there, even if I were immersed for
years on end, even if I were in there til I died, I’d probably never be able to shake the idea that there’s some higher reality where I truly existed, where I wasn’t doing anything, just sitting there, enveloped in a massive couch,
bad father, bad husband, bad guy, where I had a family, even if I tried my hardest to forget it, it’d still haunt me, because I’d still be there, it would still fundamentally be me. See, this is where I hope AI can one day step in. What
I’m hoping for is more than just taking over our life choices for us, ensuring we always take the right path, don’t end up in a dark place, like me, but taking away the process of personal choice entirely. Even the best people
feel the pressure to choose, every day, and no one can ever really rest, rich or poor, happy or miserable, because the conscience, the soul, whatever you wanna call it, that most essential part of us, it will always be nagging, if not today then tomorrow, always on our back, in our ear, asking better of us, and though we’ve made pretty good progress at quieting it down it’ll all be futile unless it can be blotted out entirely and there’s no one left at all.