Wednesday, 29 October 2025

Technology or Threats to Human Existence?.

 

Promise, Paradox, and Premonition

The digital revolution has brought the world to our doorsteps quite literally. 

From groceries arriving in ten minutes to home beauty treatments, health 

checkups, car repairs, laundry pickup, and even medical diagnostics, a new 

universe of “doorstep convenience” has unfolded. Platforms such as Urban 

Company, Blinkit, Zepto,Tata 1mg, PharmEasy, and Healthians have 

redefined what it means to live comfortably. The motto seems to be why 

step out when everything can come in?.It is ensuing with every mortal on earth wherever we tread like shadow we are well aware of it but helpless, so chose to ignore it. 

Technology, particularly Artificial Intelligence, began as an assistant  a tool to ease burdens, increase productivity, and make routine tasks lighter. Yet, its trajectory now points toward autonomy. The line between “helping humans” and “replacing humans” is fading. 

Imagine an AI assistant not just ordering your groceries but jogging every morning to keep your fitness 

tracker active on your behalf; not just booking your salon but getting your virtual haircut done in your

avatar’s stead; not just preparing your meal kit but eating for you, logging

nutritional data so your health score looks perfect. It sounds absurd but it’s a

logical extension of a culture obsessed with delegation of experience.

The domestic and personal service sectors  from maids, drivers, beauticians,

cooks, to healthcare attendants  have always formed the human web that

sustains everyday life. Now, automation, robotics, and smart systems are inching

into these intimate zones. Smart kitchens cook by command, cleaning bots replace

housemaids, telemedicine apps diagnose without doctors, and AI stylists select

clothes based on facial algorithms. These advances appear harmless, even

delightful. But when machines start doing everything for us, we risk more than job

loss we risk purpose loss.

There was a time technology was made to assist the human hand; now it is

learning to replace the heartbeat behind it. If this continues, the next phase of

progress may look something like this — AI will jog on my behalf, tracking perfect

steps and calories burned, while I sit in comfort, admiring my fitness score. It will

laugh at comedy shows on my behalf, to keep my emotional quotient

well-balanced. It will attend my child’s online school, submit his assignments on

time, and perhaps even receive his report card — while both of us enjoy our rest. If

I fall ill, AI may undergo the treatment virtually, simulating recovery for my health

record. If my knees ache, it might get a virtual massage — the data of relief will

flow back to my health tracker. All these scenes sound humorous today, but each

carries a whisper of truth. Every era’s “impossible” becomes the next decade’s

“upgrade.” This isn’t a rebellion against technology — it’s a plea for conscious

evolution. The human being must remain the centre of meaning, not merely the

subject of service. Machines can replace effort but not experience; they can

replicate laughter but not joy; they can simulate empathy but not understanding.

When implementation ignores these subtleties, the outcome is hollow — a

civilization surrounded by comfort yet starved of connection. The danger is not that

AI will think better than us — it’s that we may stop thinking for ourselves. Not

because we are incapable, but because convenience has numbed our curiosity.

Every new invention should, therefore, pass a moral checkpoint: • Does it empower

humans or excuse them from being human? • Does it create engagement or erase

it? • Does it help us live better, or does it live for us? The world must soon draw this

line — not out of fear, but out of foresight. We need machines that expand human

horizons, not erase them. For technology is not destiny — it is a mirror. And what

we choose to see in it will determine whether we build a world of living intelligence

or intelligent lifelessness.

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