If your eyes glaze over every time a billionaire posts a 47-part thread about “the future of consciousness,” you are

You are not imagining it. The phone screen now outranks your memory, your eyes, and sometimes your own mother. Someone

You know that weird little moment when you ask a chatbot to write a simple email, then another to summarize

You are not imagining the creepiness. The internet feels off because it is off. You post a thought, a joke,

You can feel the little mental shrug happening. A reply comes in, and instead of thinking, you think, “I could

You are not lazy, broken, or uniquely gullible. You are tired, a little lonely, probably overstimulated, and very easy to

You can feel the weirdness every time someone says AI is either the messiah or the meteor. If you are

You are not lazy, broken, or uniquely bad at having a phone. You are a mammal with a nervous system

You are not failing your phone. Your phone is not disappointed in your lack of dashboard discipline. But wow, modern

You are not overreacting if this stuff makes your stomach drop a little. One minute you open your feed to