How will the wagies cope when AGI hits like a digital tsunami in two years, and every office drone, manager, coder, and gig worker is obsolete overnight? No more middle-management LARPing, no more pretending your Slack messages matter—just cold silence as the machine does it better, faster, and without whining for health insurance. Western elites won’t offer UBI or dignity—just rebranded euthanasia booths in pastel colors. “Die with grace,” they’ll say, while influencers livestream their final moments for clout. The grind will end not with a promotion, but with a state-approved death certificate and a TikTok filter.

Meanwhile, in China, neon megacities will shimmer under AI-designed skies, where robots cook gourmet meals, drones deliver everything, and citizens receive monthly UBI in quantum-encrypted yuan. Smart apartments adjust to mood, health is monitored in real time, and boredom is a relic of the past. Kids will master AI ethics in kindergarten while Americans debate gender on collapsing infrastructure. The U.S. will rot under tent cities, suicide pods, and VR escapism, ruled by pharma cartels and geriatric billionaires. The East will rise into post-scarcity harmony while the West livestreams its own collapse in 4K.