Easy Money, No Sweat is a book about refusing work without refusing money.

It takes the form of a staged conversation between a human and an AI, but that framing is a misdirection. What unfolds is not a transcript, a novelty, or a tech demo. It is a deliberately constructed performance that uses AI as both collaborator and antagonist to interrogate the fantasy of passive income, the cultural obsession with productivity, and the quiet desperation that underwrites modern labor.

The premise is blunt and intentionally crass: how can I make enough money to survive without having to work? Not optimize work. Not find fulfilling work. Not “do what I love.” Just stop working as much as possible—ideally, almost entirely. The AI is asked to solve this problem again and again, from every angle. It offers strategies, systems, efficiencies, and loops. Some are practical. Some are hollow. Some become unsettling. None deliver salvation.

As the conversation progresses, the book reveals that this failure is the point.

Formally, Easy Money, No Sweat slides out of its own genre. What begins as an interview becomes something closer to theater. The human narrator flattens himself into a caricature: lazy, blunt, unambitious, allergic to effort. This is not a confession. It’s a strategy. By presenting himself as one-dimensional, the book clears space to examine the system without psychologizing it away. Laziness becomes a critical tool rather than a flaw to be corrected.

The AI, meanwhile, is not treated as a magical oracle or a villain. It is credited as a collaborator and allowed to speak at length. Its confidence, repetition, and procedural logic begin to resemble ideology. Over time, its advice starts to sound like liturgy. Efficiency becomes a mantra. Optimization becomes a ritual. The conversation takes on the rhythm of a séance—or a customer service call that never quite resolves.

Despite its conceptual structure, the book is not abstract. It contains real, usable information. The income strategies discussed are viable. The systems described can work. Rather than sabotaging its own utility, the book insists on showing utility and absurdity at the same time. The reader is invited to learn how the machine functions while watching it function on them.

At its core, Easy Money, No Sweat operates against the moral logic of capitalism, without imagining a clean exit from it. It operates inside the contradiction: needing money while rejecting the framework that justifies how money is distributed. The book doesn’t argue for dignity through work. It argues for dignity through time, rest, and refusal.

Humor is central. The tone is dry, skeptical, occasionally hostile, and often funny in a way that sneaks up on you. Repetition becomes comedy, then discomfort, then meaning. The book is irreverent without being cute, critical without being academic, and serious without pretending seriousness is a virtue.

This is a book for people exhausted by ambition, suspicious of motivation, and unconvinced that suffering is evidence of character. It plays the passive-income game seriously enough to reveal its limits. It treats AI not as a savior, but as a mirror. And it asks a question most systems work very hard to avoid:

What if the problem isn’t that we haven’t figured out how to work less—but that we still believe we should have to earn the right to stop?