There’s not enough money. Machines are going to be doing all the work.
These are not problems. They are opportunities. The “problem” of automation and the “problem” of money are opportunities to transform life and, in time, to transform this world.
When the machines take over, and they are indeed taking over, what I call “Baby Boom retirement” can come to everyone. Automation isn’t the end of the world. It’s the beginning.
I was born at the height of the Baby Boom, in 1955. In 2020 I will reach “retirement” age, 65. For women, that peak came two years later, when the love of my life was born. She is due for retirement in 2022.
As we have grown up and grown old together, the nature of retirement has changed.
In 1934, when the Social Security Act was passed, retirement was a few years of rest before taking the Big Sleep. The average 65-year old only lived to see 67.
By my youth, when On a Clear Day You Can See Forever saw its debut on Broadway, with the song Wait Until We’re 65, retirement was a never-ending vacation. My parents’ generation all moved from New York to Florida. Robert Klein joked, “I sent you two healthy 65-year-olds, and 25 years later they come back dead!”