"Ulysses was a UX designer - or a "Product Designer," or maybe a "Digital Experience Architect," or a "Product Experience Manager," depending on which day you asked him. Currently, however, he felt more like a Figma monkey. He sat in his Scandinavian designer chair, bathed in the orangey light of a dual-monitor setup (because you gotta filter out that blue light), reading yet another hot take about how AI had rendered his so-called career - which was kind of a joke, anyway - obsolete."
""Bah," Ulysses muttered, quickly archiving yet another generic rejection email from a job application. "Humbug." He closed his eyes, wishing for the good old times when designers did all the user research and customer journeys by themselves. When he opened them, his MacBook and monitors were gone and his Spotify playlist "Coffee Shop Background Noises" replaced by the screeching, static-filled sound of a 28.8k modem connecting to the internet."
"Standing before him was an ethereal, slightly translucent figure dressed in flannel and holding a copy of HTML for Dummies. "I am the Ghost of UX Past," the figure said, its voice crackling like a 32-kbps RealAudio. "Come with me." Suddenly, Ulysses was back in 1995. He saw an attic. A solitary figure sat hunched over a CRT monitor, coding in what looked like a very old-school Apple Notes, typing on a keyboard that seemed way too clunky and loud."
A UX designer named Ulysses feels displaced and worried about AI eroding his career. He dozes and is suddenly confronted by an ethereal Ghost of UX Past. The ghost transports him to 1995, where a single webmaster handles design, HTML, server configuration, and image editing. The scene emphasizes a time when roles were broad and integrated, contrasting with the fragmented, specialized modern ecosystem. The juxtaposition highlights changing job scopes, nostalgia for holistic craftsmanship, and contemporary anxiety about automation and role obsolescence.
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