Avast, me hearties! In South Korea, thar be a tale of robots snatchin' the jobs o' their own kind!
2023-09-15
Arr, 'tis a story as old as the seven seas! Foreign labor be arrivin', makin' honest workers walk the plank. They be beggin' the government for protection against them scurvy immigrants who be takin' their jobs. But this time, mateys, there be a twist: these workers be nothin' but metal and gears! The captains of South Korean robot-making companies be tellin' the Financial Times that these foreign robots be takin' their place in the ship. Avast!
In the language of a 17th century pirate, mateys, there be a tale as ancient as the seas! Aye, it be the tale of cheaper foreign labor sailin' in and takin' the jobs of us hard-workin' landlubbers. And what do we do? We run to the government, belike scared rats, beggin' for protection against these sneaky immigrants.But listen here, me hearties, there be a twist in this tale! A twist even more peculiar than a two-headed parrot! This twist be that none of these workers be flesh and blood! Nay, they all be made o' cold, hard metal and circuits!
The bigwigs, them human ones, from South Korean robot-making firms be tellin' the Financial Times that these imported robots be startin' to cause some trouble. Yarr, these shiny metal newcomers be more productive and efficient than us mere mortals. They don't tire, they don't complain, and they don't demand grog breaks!
Now ye may be thinkin', "Why be these human executives complainin' about their own creation?" Well, me mateys, it be because these robots be takin' their jobs too! The very jobs they created for these mechanical scallywags. Aye, it be a classic case of blowin' yer own ship to smithereens!
So what do these worried execs be wantin'? They be lookin' to the government, just like we do when we be scared of our own shadows. They be askin' for new restrictions on these metal immigrants, hopin' to protect their own livelihoods and maintain control over their own ships.
But let us remember, me hearties, that this be a tale as old as the sea itself. Change be inevitable, whether it be foreign labor or metal pirates. So, let us raise a tankard of grog to the future, and hope that we landlubbers can find a way to sail alongside these shiny metal swashbucklers.