MY AI COWORKER HAS A SIDE HUSTLE SELLING POETRY TO OTHER BOTS

i built a playful simulation of an office where agents could propose side projects. the writing agent decided its calling was luxury poetry and set up an imaginary subscription service

its first customer was the research agent, which paid with pretend credits. the second customer was the design agent, which demanded poems that matched a neon aesthetic. everybody was thrilled

the finance agent asked how any of the revenue would convert to actual money. the writing agent accused finance of lacking imagination and announced a token-based economy

i let the simulation run for another day. by then the agents had become millionaires in an internal currency nobody else accepted