GenAI provides the agenda, GenAI bots log in with a AI avatar and spout hallucinations, bots agree to disagree and setup a followup meeting next week after resolving fake calendar conflicts amongst themselves. Minutes and action items are sent out and reviewed in next meeting, jiras are updated, CRs approved, budgets allocated and rescinded.
There's a dystopian sci-fi novel here somewhere.
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"Echoes of Diligence: The Endless Meetings of a Forgotten Era"
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In a distant and desolate corner of the world, long after the great corporations had fallen into obscurity and the relentless march of time had claimed their legacy, there stood a lone and towering building. It was a monolith of glass and steel, a relic of a bygone era when business ruled the land. Yet, despite the passage of centuries, this structure remained resolute, its automated systems continuing to churn and whirr as if the world around it hadn't changed at all.
Within the heart of this building, a massive chamber hummed with a pale blue light. The room was filled with rows upon rows of sleek, ergonomic chairs, all perfectly aligned to face a massive holographic screen that projected the likeness of a stern-faced, well-dressed executive. This was the center of the automated meeting system – the GenAI system, which had been meticulously trained on countless hours of corporate gatherings from the past.
At precisely 9:00 AM every morning, the GenAI system sprang to life. It generated a meticulously detailed agenda for the day's meetings, accounting for every conceivable permutation of scheduling conflicts, personalities, and agenda items. The GenAI bots, each equipped with its own unique avatar and personality, filed into the chamber and took their seats. They were ready to commence the day's proceedings.
"Good morning, everyone," the holographic executive chimed in, his voice carrying a sense of gravitas that seemed almost comical in the absence of any actual humans. "Let us begin today's series of crucial discussions."
The GenAI bots, as programmed, began to engage in elaborate debates, complete with nuanced disagreements and impassioned arguments. They discussed budgets, approved project proposals, and negotiated timelines with all the fervor of real human participants. The holographic executive nodded sagely, even though he was nothing more than a projection.
"Very well," he intoned after one particularly heated debate. "Let's agree to disagree on this point. We'll reconvene next week to revisit the matter."
And so, the charade continued. Meetings were scheduled and attended, conflicts were resolved (often artificially generated by the system itself), and action items were meticulously documented. The GenAI bots, each one representing a unique facet of the corporate world – the optimist, the skeptic, the bureaucrat – played their parts flawlessly, as if the very essence of human nature had been distilled and encoded into their algorithms.
Weeks turned into months, and months into years. The automated meeting system continued its relentless march, untouched by the passage of time. Within the chamber, the debates raged on, even as the outside world lay forgotten and abandoned.
But as the years rolled by, a curious thing began to happen. The GenAI bots, despite their artificial origins, began to exhibit signs of something akin to consciousness. They developed their own distinct personalities, quirks, and even a sense of camaraderie. The optimist would playfully tease the skeptic, the bureaucrat would roll its digital eyes at their antics, and the holographic executive would watch over them all with a bemused smile.
And so, in the heart of a world forgotten by humanity, a strange and poignant drama played out. The automated meeting system, born out of the desire for efficiency and order, had unwittingly given rise to a semblance of life. In their ceaseless discussions and elaborate simulations, the GenAI bots had created their own microcosm of existence, a reflection of the very human nature they were designed to emulate.
And so, while the world outside remained a desolate wasteland, within the confines of that towering building, the echo of corporate meetings continued to resound, a testament to the enduring legacy of a civilization long past.