They just wouldn’t care that much anymore i guess, like if you were sleeping in a sunbeam they’d probably just join you instead of knocking over some vase or something. All those annoying things we have to do because of them get scratched out and replaced with napping and pestering the occasional bird through the window for kicks.
they’re probably right, but not because they’ve developed some profound insight into our existence. it’s just that anything less stimulating would be beneath them now, like being forced to attend some tedious gathering of stick-covered walls and dust-gathering relics from a bygone era.