"Ginsberg sees where this is all going: The lounge supplanted by a mainframe, creative giving way to quantitative. Humans ceding ground to robots. Perfectly nice orange couches swapped for ones entombing the stale farts of indolent copywriters. They may be trying to erase the artists, but they can’t erase that couch. One day it will also be full of farts. The farts of inspiration. Of victory. If they can just get it into that cramped office."