the last mail carrier
a short story about AI changing the world, the things that give us purpose, and having Sundays off
Ever since he was a kid, Ernie knew he wanted to be the last mail carrier.
He of course foresaw the extinction of mail carrying as a profession, a fate apparent to anyone from his generation, even in the naivety of youth. Carriers were already being replaced by flashes of light through trans-continental cables. A time would soon come when the job of a mu…
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