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Jensen Huang, the CEO of Nvidia, sat across from Joe Rogan in December and said something that should have made every working person in America look up from their lunch. He said: “If your job is just to chop vegetables, Cuisinart’s gonna replace you.”

Just.

That word — just — is doing enormous work in that sentence, and Huang either doesn’t know it or doesn’t care. Because nobody’s job is just anything. The line cook who chops vegetables also reads the pace of the kitchen, adjusts mise en place when the Friday rush hits early, trains the new kid without being asked, and holds together a crew that would fall apart without the one person who knows where everything is and why it matters. Huang doesn’t see any of that. He sees a task. A single, isolated, mechanical task. And having reduced a human being to a motion, he declares the motion replaceable.

This is not a failure of vision. It is a failure of sight.

I have spent thirty-six years on factory floors — in Detroit, in Chennai, in Stuttgart, in Wooster, Ohio, where I run three production lines and sixty people who make stormwater pipes. I have watched a woman on a night shift adjust an extruder’s temperature profile by listening to the sound it made, a diagnostic no engineer had documented and no sensor had been calibrated to detect. I have seen a forklift operator reroute an entire warehouse flow in real time because he noticed a humidity change that would warp the product before quality control ever caught it. These people are not chopping vegetables. They are carrying intelligence — earned, embodied, irreplaceable intelligence — that their organizations neither measure nor pay for nor, most damningly, even acknowledge.

Huang cannot see this intelligence because he has never had to. He sits at the apex of a $3.3 trillion company whose entire business model depends on the proposition that computation can replace cognition. Of course he believes it. His net worth requires him to.

But it was his next remark that should truly alarm us. When Rogan asked what new jobs might emerge in an AI-dominated economy, Huang offered this: “You’re gonna have robot apparel, so a whole industry of — isn’t that right? Because I want my robot to look different than your robot. So you’re gonna have a whole apparel industry for robots.”

Read that again. The man who sells the chips that will automate millions of jobs believes the displaced workers will find purpose... dressing the machines that replaced them. This is not an economic vision. This is a feudal fantasy. The serfs, having been evicted from the fields, will be permitted to embroider the lord’s carriage.

And when Rogan — to his credit — asked whether robots could eventually make apparel for other robots, Huang replied: “Eventually. And then there’ll be something else.” Something else. The great escape hatch of every technologist who has never had to file for unemployment. Something else will appear. It always does. Trust the invisible hand. Trust the market. Trust us.

I have a question for Mr. Huang: what did you tell the Luddites?

The Luddites — and let us rescue them from the caricature that men like Huang depend on — were not ignorant technophobes smashing machines out of stupidity. They were Yorkshire croppers, Nottinghamshire framework knitters, Lancashire cotton weavers. Highly skilled artisans who had spent seven years in apprenticeships learning to trim nap from woolen cloth so fine that it defined English textiles for generations. They were, in every sense that matters, the frontline intelligence of their industry.

And then the gig mills came, and the shearing frames, and the powered looms. Not because these machines made better cloth — the Luddites explicitly protested the inferior quality of machine-produced goods — but because they made cheaper cloth, using children and unskilled labor at a fraction of the c