This morning I found myself lingering over the print job ads in the newspaper, half out of nostalgia and half looking for portents. There’s something clarifying about seeing a future compressed into a single page of small type. What it suggested was a quiet bifurcation. On one side, software roles that float free of place, oriented around systems that must be kept reliable, auditable, optimized. Power travels lightly here. Work is remote. Intelligence expresses itself as legibility and control. On the other side sits care. Caregivers, therapists, clinicians. Work that remains bodily, local, relational. Credentialed and present in a way software never has to be. Necessary, but structurally peripheral to how the economy imagines itself.