What's in the future?

I don't know. 

But I'm pretty sure I know one area, two areas, that are going to roll out and make a big difference to our future. Both to do with Tesla. 

Robotaxis and...

Optimus humanoid robots. 

Let's imagine "Horizon City" a decade hence. 

Horizon City, 2035

The streets of Horizon City hum with the soft whir of Tesla Robotaxis, their sleek forms gliding through intersections with an eerie precision. Ten years ago, the rollout began—a few autonomous cabs sparking curiosity. Now, they’re the pulse of the city. No buses clog the lanes, no human-driven taxis honk in frustration, and private cars are relics, gathering dust in suburban garages. Need to get somewhere? Tap your wristband, and a Robotaxi pulls up, its interior a cocoon of screens and soft lighting. The cost is trivial—shared fleets and AI optimization slashed fares to pennies per mile. Most don’t even think about it; it’s just how life moves.

But the real shift came with Optimus. Five years back, Tesla’s humanoid robots stepped off assembly lines into warehouses, cafes, and construction sites. 

By 2035, they’re everywhere—stocking shelves, pouring coffee, building homes. Their glowing eyes and fluid motions are as commonplace as the Robotaxis. Jobs? They’ve evaporated for many. Baristas, drivers, laborers—gone. Even white-collar roles like accounting and data entry are shrinking as AI, paired with Optimus, handles complex tasks with ruthless efficiency.What do people do? Some retrained—coding, creative arts, or niche crafts that machines can’t replicate. Others lean into the Universal Basic Income, rolled out in 2032 to quell unrest. It’s enough for a modest life, but not ambition. In Horizon City, you see two tribes: the Creators, who hustle in VR studios or design bespoke experiences for the elite, and the Drifters, who spend days in immersive games or lounging in subsidized cafes, chasing meaning in a world that no longer needs their labor.

A slightly crueller take is: there are Predators and there are Scavengers. The Predators are the Creators and the Scavengers are the Drifters. Or, as Adam Carolla says, there are those who will want Safe Spaces, and those who want to go the the Octagon. 

Tensions simmer. Protests flare occasionally, demanding “human-only” jobs, but they fizzle—Optimus doesn’t strike, doesn’t tire, doesn’t err. Still, there’s a spark in the Creators’ eyes. They talk of new frontiers: space colonies, AI-augmented art, or merging minds with tech. The Drifters, though, stare at the Robotaxis zipping by, wondering what’s left for them in a city that runs itself.The future is here, polished and efficient. 

But beneath the hum of progress, a question lingers: what does it mean to be human when the world no longer needs you?