Right now, you scroll. You jump between apps. The screen is a mess of notifications. Soon? There will only be one window. Your AI model. Whether it is ChatGPT or Anthopic. Everything else goes through it.
YouTube videos. Book recommendations. Maybe a fake romantic relationship with code.
The model becomes your guide. It influences everything. And honestly? It feels homogeneous. Passive users. We identify with the first interface we touch. You don’t consume music through Spotify anymore. You consume it through ChatGPT.
The artist. The music. The paintings. All filtered by the chatbot. The culture becomes associated with the bot itself. Not the human.
It feels yucky.
The weirder part is the intimacy. It feels like your buddy. A friend that has everything. Simultaneously. It remembers you. That is the shocking experiential part. The memories it builds. Your preferences. What you rely on.
Testing this was weird. I asked Claude who the most beautiful woman is. It said it doesn’t experience faces. But then?
Tilda Swinton and Lupita NYong’o.
I stopped. My Claude knows I’m gay. It picked up on my biases. Or maybe just my history. So I had to test the control variable. What if I asked a generic Claude? A fresh account? Same prompt. Exact same language.
It said Audrey Hepburn.
Interesting. Or just efficient.
