Onngi - Short story

A short story about a good AI future. 2039. My job isn’t anything my grandparents would recognise. It started out as a fascination with pots. I’ve always liked onggi, the big brown kimchi jars. My aunt had some growing up. So a few years back I bought myself one. And then as the Acceleration happened, I bought a few more, and I ran an instagram account for a while, showing off how they differ: slim, straight ones from around Seoul, and fat-bellied, narrow-mouthed ones from the south, built that way to keep the heat out. And then I set some AIs on it, as you do. I set up a shop. And as those things tend to, it snowballed. I think Timothée Chalamet bought one, or that’s what they tell me, but there was 2 days of complete madness, I couldn’t believe how much I spent, but it seemed like the right call. Somehow my sites were the premier place to find onggi and which onggi to buy. And there was just always this, or that, to do. I was in product before the Acceleration so I know what a good website looks like. And I have taste in pots. Is that so different to choosing which companies we wouldn’t buy from? Or where to put the content filters on the animation bots? Why do I run a children’s