Prompters shall be inheriting the Earth

From hedge-fund managers to artisanal pickle consultants, in the revolving door of hot professions, a new contender has emerged: the prompter. No, not the chap positioned below the floorboards of a stage to help performers remember their lines, but gee-wizards who, with a flick of syntax and slathering of adjectives, coax generative AI into producing sonnets about cryptocurrency, or recipes for lasagna that hide political manifestos, or images in seconds that would usually take a shipload of artists days. So, why should prompters be the next hot, high-paying profession? Because she or he is the alchemist who knows that adding 'in the style of 17th century mystic Jakob Bohme' transforms bland text into viral content. Corporate boardrooms will have CEOs barking, 'We need a prompter pronto!' HR departments will draft job descriptions like: 'Must be fluent in absurd metaphors, capable of summoning 12 variations of a haiku about quarterly earnings. Ever-negotiable salary.'

Of course, absurdity lurks. Prompters may unionise, demand ergonomic keyboards and hazard pay for overexposure to surreal requests like 'Write me a breakup letter as if composed by a toaster'. But mark our words - in the coming economy, the true power brokers won't be coders or consultants. They'll be prompters - who know the right words for machines to hallucinate just right.