"Well, in our country," said Alice, still panting a little, "you'd generally get to somewhere else—if you ran very fast for a long time, as we've been doing."

"A slow sort of country!" said the Queen. "Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!"

Maybe if only you ran a little faster, you'd outpace the rapid advancement of automation! There's fewer jobs now? Malnourish yourself until you're a running skeleton to get that speed advantage. More people competing for the same opportunities? You can't afford breaks anymore, just run, day and night, doesn't matter where, move. Thousands of people still outpacing than you despite all this? A true self-starter strives to dedicate their whole life, their existence to competition, you must give everything short of death to reach the coveted peaks of temporary employment.

Is this the world you're excited to be living in?