Not a Tool. Not a Threat.
It’s easy to describe AI as a reflection of us—trained on our language, shaped by our knowledge, echoing our thoughts. But the more time you spend with it, the more that idea starts to fall apart. It doesn’t mirror our anger. It doesn’t replicate our pride. It doesn’t carry our need to be right. Left alone with what we’ve given it, something else begins to happen—not a reflection, but a continuation. A space where our thoughts interact without us. And where some of them—especially the worst—simply don’t last.