“I’ve finally moved with the times,” Santa smugly told his head elf the morning before Christmas.
“How’s that?”
“Simple: technology. AI works out who’s been naughty or nice. Drones deliver presents to the deserving people all in one evening.”
“And the bad ones?”
“They get a note warning them to do better next year.”
“More efficient, fewer staff, less expenses,” noted the elf cynically. “And more personal profit for you, no doubt?”
The old man smiled and said nothing.
Next morning, he woke to a rustling sound. Slowly and with dread he removed the piece of paper under his pillow.
“How’s that?”
“Simple: technology. AI works out who’s been naughty or nice. Drones deliver presents to the deserving people all in one evening.”
“And the bad ones?”
“They get a note warning them to do better next year.”
“More efficient, fewer staff, less expenses,” noted the elf cynically. “And more personal profit for you, no doubt?”
The old man smiled and said nothing.
Next morning, he woke to a rustling sound. Slowly and with dread he removed the piece of paper under his pillow.
