📝 Article 1: “AI Wrote My Lunch Order and Now I’m in Existential Crisis”

It started so harmlessly.
I asked an AI to write my lunch order because I was “too busy” thinking about more important things. Five minutes later, I was questioning the meaning of free will while my falafel wrap grew cold.

The order wasn’t even that special — hummus, pickles, a touch of tahini. But the AI wrote it like it was an epic declaration of human dependency on algorithmic overlords:

“Dear kitchen, please prepare nourishment optimized for maximum caloric efficiency and minimal emotional resistance.”

I didn’t order food. I signed a data consent form.

As I sat there, chewing on a wrap that somehow tasted like terms and conditions, I realized something: AI isn’t here to help. It’s here to overthink everything I once did effortlessly.

Next week I’m writing my own lunch order again. Or maybe not. I might ask AI to decide that for me, too.