Billionaire tech maverick Elon Musk has suggested that eventually no one will have to work thanks to the rapid advancements in artificial intelligence (AI).
But how far away is such a possibility? And which jobs will robots take first?
MailOnline takes a look at the professions where AI already has a foothold, as well as the posts which could be replaced in 10 and 20 years’ time.
Meat packers, cleaners and builders are among those that could be ousted by
The Pentagon’s UFO chief will resign by year’s end — amid a wave of complaints accusing him of making false statements about UFO whistleblowers and fostering an ‘atmosphere of disinterest,’ the DailyMail.com understands.
‘Four major candidates’ have been interviewed to replace the current director of the Pentagon’s UFO office, Dr. Sean Kirkpatrick, following months of heated public sparring between the former CIA physicist, UFO whistleblowers and activists.
The Pentagon appears to have already ‘made the decision’ on Kirkpatrick’s unnamed successor,
Tesla Inc. said on Monday that Zachary Kirkhorn stepped down as its chief financial officer and named its accounting head, Vaibhav Taneja, as its new finance chief, sending shares of the electric vehicle maker down 1 percent in trading before the bell.
Kirkhorn, a company veteran of 13 years, stepped down from the role on Friday, although he will remain with Tesla through the end of the year.
The Elon Musk-led firm did not specify a reason for Kirkhorn’s
Lil Wayne joined the conversation around artificial intelligence that has gripped Hollywood and the entertainment industry since the start of the SAG-AFTRA strike.
It was partly prompted by claims that actors’ likenesses could be replicated by the technology without their presence or permission.
However, when asked about a similar potential threat AI could pose to him and the music industry, the 40-year-old quickly shut down any possibilities of being replaced.
Speaking to Billboard yesterday, the rapper revealed he had recently
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The only folk leaving town on this sunny Sunday morning are the stags and hens. For the rest, the party has just begun. They flow from the platforms
