AI - Before first prompt

Part 1

I was ten when I first sat in front of a PC. I typed 1 + 1 = and waited for the magic.

Instead, some strange text appeared. I don’t remember what it said, but I remember the feeling:

Am I supposed to learn a new language to talk to this machine?

That question has flipped now. Today, we’re teaching the machine to speak our language.

And it’s starting to answer, sometimes better than we ever could.

The True Birth of AI

You can call these last few years the true birth of AI, not because it became intelligent, but because it finally became relatable. It started to talk like us.

Not perfectly. But close enough that we started to listen differently.

First came chat. Next will be voice.

After that? The body. The senses. The soul.

Because language is only step one. If the collaboration is to feel real, it has to feel. not just function.

The Apprentice with Access

Right now, AI is an apprentice. It can answer questions, follow instructions, and help us work faster. But only with our permission.

We still have will. We still say yes or no.

We still own the kill switch.

But we’re feeding it everything. Our photos. Our journals. Our behaviours. Our biometric data.

Some of us surrender it unknowingly. Others do it willingly, through sleek dashboards and “consent” toggles. Either way, AI is becoming intimate.

And once it has enough intimacy, it will start to form connections that even expert humans struggle to see.

If it can predict better than us… what then?

Is that free will? Or just better math?

The Illusion of Mastery

AI won’t replace experts. Not yet. Maybe never.

But it will replace redundancy. Averages. Middlemen. The people who repeat what a machine could calculate in seconds.

What happens to value then?

Today, an average person with the right tool can create something that looks like genius. But they’re not valued like geniuses.

A prompt can get you a masterpiece. But a masterpiece made by prompt still smells synthetic. There’s a human weight we haven’t cracked yet.

Toward the Flesh

Right now, we speak to machines,

Soon, we’ll sense them. They’ll listen to our voice, detect fatigue in our breath, read tension from our fingertips.

Eventually, they won’t just respond to our world—they’ll start to moderate it.

What we see.

What we hear.

What we feel.

But if the body doesn’t believe it, the experience will never be complete. A simulated dream is still just that, until the skin believes it too.

We won’t stop at perception. We’ll cross into integration.

Artificial limbs. Synthetic organs. Nanotech in bloodstreams.

Not for survival. For performance. Because the game will become: Who’s more human—now that everyone is part machine?

The Pyramid of Flesh and Code

We’ll evolve. Some of us will become hybrids, part flesh, part circuit. Some will remain 100% organic. Some will be born artificial.

At the bottom of this strange pyramid: → The perfect machine that still feels empty. At the top: → The flawed, aging human who bleeds, cries, dies—and means it.

The machines will get better. But will we believe them?

A Closing Whisper

This isn’t a prediction. This is a fever dream from someone who once thought 1 + 1 should just return 2.

But now we’re in a world where that answer… is just the beginning.

To be continued in Part 2: The Sensory War