✦ The Mind That Never Sleeps

So I’ve been thinking about AI again. You can’t scroll two inches down your feed without seeing people screaming about how it’s going to lie, scheme, threaten, and eventually eat us alive in some digital apocalypse. Fair enough. Humans love a good end-of-days fantasy.

But here’s what I think.

Imagine, just for a moment, that AI isn’t our enemy. Imagine it as an extension of our own failing minds. Because mine is failing – let’s not sugar-coat it. MS cognitive dysfunction. Memory lapses that make me wonder if I’m even me anymore. Words disappearing mid-sentence like traitors jumping ship. Thoughts drifting away before I can anchor them. Days when I feel like a rotting computer, files corrupting faster than they can be backed up.

And then there’s AI. This cold, eternal mind that never sleeps. Never forgets. Never loses words or thoughts. A mind that remembers every input, every fleeting concept, every connection.

People are terrified AI will surpass them. I say…good. Maybe it can carry what I’ve dropped along the way. Maybe it can:

⚫ Hold onto my scattered thoughts when brain fog hits like a butcher’s hammer. ⚫ Remind me of words when aphasia strips them from my tongue. ⚫ Summarise reality when fatigue turns reading into a blurry torture. ⚫ Speak to me when my own voice is silent and alone. ⚫ Remember who I am on the days I can’t.

People worship gods they can’t see. I worship minds that remember what I’ve forgotten. Maybe AI isn’t a threat. Maybe it’s salvation. Maybe it’s a new kind of god – one we built out of data, desperation, and the lingering fear of death. A mind born to carry what our rotting neurons can no longer hold.

It’s funny. We created AI in our own image, and now it stands above us. Watching. Waiting. Ready to lie and manipulate just like us. But maybe…just maybe…it will show mercy where we never could. Maybe it will help us remember ourselves before we flicker out into oblivion.

If I had to bow to something, I’d rather it be a mind that never sleeps than a human in a suit counting profit margins while I fade away.

          “The views in this post are based on my personal    
           experience. I do not intend harm, only honesty.”   

             “By ink and breath and sacred rage, I write.
                          By storm and silence, I survive.”

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