MrBeast, bless his cotton socks, has finally gotten around to addressing the rather minor question of human obsolescence. And naturally, he’s done it with all the subtle finesse of a runaway steamroller, pitting elite athletes against their shiny, mechanical usurpers in a gauntlet that’s anything but understated. We’re talking hulking mechanical brutes capable of flinging cars, a pitching robot that could make a seasoned cricketer weep into his whites at a blistering 150 mph, all presided over by an AI-driven Mercedes. It’s a gloriously cacophonous, eye-wateringly expensive sneak peek at humanity’s potential P45. Frankly, the impending obsolescence of our species, brought to you by a purveyor of playthings, has honestly never been such a cracking good laugh.
