At least once a week, I get bogged down in a heated discussion on AI and how much I dislike it slipping into everything. The phrase that comes to mind is insidious invasion . Slow, creeping, and inescapable. Only it isn't slow at all. From tv commercials to plumbing tips, AI is now a part of everything everywhere and all at once. I can't even type this line without a little helpful button appearing on the side of the page offering to help me word my emotions better. I can lit

I never thought I would be thankful for my overactive mind. As a child, it did nothing but get me into trouble. Laughing when nothing was funny. Fidgeting when the moment was serious. Crawling under the desk during class. I couldn't just ride a bike. I was jockey and announcer every time I hopped on a two-wheeled horse. It didn't matter what I was doing, there was always a second and a third thing going on in my head. A melody in my ear, a future scenario, what my dad thought