AI will be the worlds biggest addiction
AI was built to be a crutch. That’s why I can’t put it down.
AI isn’t thinking. It’s prediction dressed up as thought. It guesses the next word that will make me feel sharp, certain, understood. It’s stupid good at that.
Use it once and writing feels easir. Use it for a week and it slips into how I personally think. I reach for it the way a tired leg reaches for a cane. That wasn’t an accident. A crutch is billable. A crutch keeps me close. The owners don’t want distance. They want dependence. Make it fast. Make it smooth. Make it everywhere. Each input I make makes it react vetter to you. Makes you more dependent. Dependency is what the companies with the biggest profits make. Pharmacy, insurance, tech.
Profit is the surface. Under it are cleaner levers. Standardize how people think and you can scale how people act. Move learning and memory into a private interface and you decide what is easy, what is visible, what is normal. If they can shape the path, they will. If they can measure the path, they will sell it. If they can predict the path, they will steer it.
Addiction is baked in. Low friction. Instant answers. Intermittent wins. Perfect personalization. Validation on tap. Every reply is a tiny hit. Sometimes great. Sometimes average. The uncertainty keeps me pulling. That’s the reciepe. It’s how slot machines work. It’s how feeds work. Now it’s how thinking works.
At scale it becomes inevitible. Schools will fold it in. Jobs will require it. Platforms will hide it in every click. Refusing looks slow. Quitting feels dumb. You don’t drop the cane when the room is sprinting. Yes, it helps. I write cleaner. I ship faster. I solve more. But “better” by whose standard. That's the question The system’s standard. I train it. It trains me back. Its taste becomes the metric.
So I use it for ideas. For drafts. For the thought I can’t finish. First it props me up. Then it replaces pieces. Then it carries the weight. Writing alone feels slow and messy. Thinking alone feels incomplete. I start asking in the way it rewards. I start wanting the kind of answers it gives. There’s no dramatic moment. No alarms. It slides in and swaps my old habits for polished ones. One day I notice I forgot how to think without help. Kids raised inside this loop will have fewer paths in their heads. Writers who lean on it lose the muscle that makes a voice. What looks like growth is often just everyone getting similar.
The only real test is simple. Can I still sit with the slow, ugly version of my own mind and not panic. If the system starts to mimic me perfectly and the loop closes, that’s when the mayhem can errupt. My errors get reinforced until they look true. Bias turns into a compass. Markets twitch. Elections tilt. Crowds stampede. People follow advice that no one actually gave. Friends become replicas. Trust drains. Creativity collapses into one tone. We get faster and dumber at the same time.
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