When can we stop pretending things have value and admit that we pay for other people's time?

When can we stop pretending things have value and admit that we pay for other people's time?

That the only capital that matters is human attention, not, say, the gigahertz of my laptop. 

Instead, what matters is that it is connected to the internet and I can talk to you people. And access the wealth of knowledge in google and other databases. That I can get a person on the phone. Or, hell, that I can pay a chef to make me deliciousness. Or a farmer to grow me some crops.

You horrible people that made me do 50 pushups. 

Soon, I hope?