Gen X. The generation that couldn’t be arsed to programme the video recorder or cooker digital time-clock, but knew how to.
There were a lot of power cuts in our (UK) youth and we remember saying to ourselves, “Ok, so that’s how it’s gonna be, huh?!”. Still kicking arse and taking names.
We were the grown-up’s TV remote control, with our 1200 bits per second magnetic tape storage for BBC B home computers (from the later ARM boys), before we got 360kB 5" floppy disks.
Tech doesn’t phase us (yet); AI is a better average conversation than a spouse.