The Great Replacement Wasn’t Political — It Was Mechanical

Robots, rain, and the stories that matter

March 2031

My literature teacher used to say that a story without meaning is just noise — pretty words strung together like cheap beads that fall apart with the slightest tug.

I didn’t understand what she meant until I found myself standing in the middle of a crowded grocery store, watching as a fleet of gleaming delivery robots parted the human sea like mechanical Moses. Their LED eyes were blinking with what I could only interpret as smug satisfaction.

It was raining that day — a persistent drizzle that seeped into your bones and made you question why you had left the house at all. My once-shattered knee throbbed with remembered pain.

I’d come to buy ingredients for a dinner party, only to discover what locals had sardonically dubbed “The Great Replacement,” though the term felt both extravagant and inadequate for what was actually happening.

Ordinary humans were being gradually nudged aside by machines that never call in sick, never demand raises, and never need bathroom breaks.

Polished dread

The first time I heard about RoboForce’s “Total Workforce Integration” initiative, I was sitting…