The New Yorker undoubedly -- despite its too vanilla politics -- has maybe the best writing out there. Except maybe Harper's. Or Lewis Lapham's Quarterly. Or Ed Snowden's one substack piece in two years. Which was worth the $120 I paid for it. I love playing FDR.
Anyway, here's a fantastic humor piece from NYer that has fun with a future that cozily includes AI as our f*ck-buddy. Enjoy. Long ride ahead, and you will need to titter to survive.