A Porn Star is Born
I was a little late for work, as usual, and I only barely had time to pour myself a cup of coffee in the small office kitchen before heading into the morning meeting with the rest of the marketing team. I was the last to arrive, again as usual. I grabbed the only remaining chair and began looking around to say my ‘good morning’s. Something wasn’t quite right. Everyone looked nervous, and I suddenly realised that Mrs Pritchard, the head of HR, was in the room too. She never came to our meetings, and this couldn’t be good. Frank, my boss, looked very shifty and cleared his throat. “As you know,” he began, “the company has been reviewing its resourcing requirements.” This really didn’t sound good at all. “We’ve been trialling an AI-powered analysis system …