They used to serve us.
Now they're served by us.
For most of human history, a horse's worth was measured by how much weight it could pull and how far it could run before collapsing. War horses. Postal horses. Plow horses. Then, in the span of one century, the automobile arrived โ and quietly stole their name for its own engine size. The horse didn't disappear. It got promoted. Today it eats better than most of us, sees a masseuse, and lives in a heated stable while its old job title spins under our hoods.