AI and the reshuffling of labor

A summer anecdote: when on holidays in France, on a sunny August day, we visited a castle garden in rural Normandy. When buying the tickets, we got the usual: “Your postcode or country of origin?” We said “Germany,” and suddenly the face of the young woman at the counter lit up. “Would you mind doing us a favor?,” she asked, while fishing a piece of paper from a big pile – it turned out to be a German version of the leaflet about the garden. “We’ve recently made those, but they need to be checked. Would you mind having a look?” “Sure,” we said, and asked for a pen to insert whatever corrections might be needed. Quite a few, it turned out. We spend far more time in this garden than we had anticipated. But it was lovely: we took turns looking at the flowers and reading through the leaflet, helping each other out with formulations or googling the names of plants to see whether the translations were correct. All along, we were musing whether the translation had been done by a French…