If AI gets to the point where a simple, plain English request by a human operator can get an AI to generate, compile and link complex code, then a lot of computer geeks are suddenly going to get how it feels to have your job, career and profession taken over by a machine.

Some examples:

HAL, we have received an SOS from a manned spacecraft at these coordinates (blah, blah, blah). Do we have enough reserve reaction mass on board to rendezvous with this craft, rescue the crew, and still make a safe docking at Station Zulu? If the answer is yes, please provide maneuvering parameters and a timeline for this mission.

Message to computer. Review our intelligence reports on enemy troop dispositions and recommend deployment of own forces to best defend against their attack. Alternatively, analyze enemy forces and recommend our potential to counterattack successfully and achieve a >60% probability of success. We define success as achieving more advantageous positions after the action than before.

Memo to Boss Brain: Look over market conditions and our competition's business plan and make a decision whether we should borrow heavily and invest in production and marketing of Product B as quickly as possible.

These are the sort of questions ship captains, military commanders and business managers make all the time, often using highly technical analyses and lots of software tools, but which still require lots of judgement and guesswork. This is the sort of tasks we expect AI will be able to handle better, at least most of the time, than their human counterparts.

Although we can count on those in positions of great power and responsibility will be jealous of their jobs and protect them ruthlessly, there are going to be a lot of lower and middle management types
who will suddenly find themselves cast away into buggy-whip-maker roles just when they thought their careers were finally going to blossom into bigger and better things.

Industrialization and technology has done this to lots of skilled craftsmen and technicians in the past, but I wonder if those suits in the front office are going to accept being made redundant overnight.

I hope I'll be around long enough to see it.

I still have my old Pickett, just like that one, (I never could afford one of those slick bamboo K&E's with the nifty leather scabbard), stashed away somewhere