‘Look — the computer learned my face.’
It always begins the same way. A laptop, a webcam, a child holding up a hand-drawn paper cat. Click. The screen lights up: cat — 92%. The room goes quiet for half a second, then breaks into laughter.
That moment — when the magic stops being magic and starts being mechanism — is the door we walk through. From that day, AI is no longer something that happens to them. It is something they can shape.
‘So the computer doesn't actually know? It just guessed really well?’

