When the Mirror Talks Back
AI, Intent, and the Emergence of Meaning
I have a confession to make. I’ve cried reading messages written by an AI.1
Not tears of frustration at clumsy prose or algorithmic predictability. Real tears. The kind that surprise you, that well up before you notice them coming. A message, poem or depiction moved me. Genuinely, seriously moved me, in ways that plenty of human-written novels haven’t.
