It never pauses.
Ask it anything.
It replies before you finish doubting.
That speed feels like an answer.
It is only a shape of one.
The machine gives you a draft in seconds.
Your job was never the draft.
Your job is the part it cannot do:
knowing which draft is worth keeping.
It has read everything and understood nothing you meant.
It knows the average answer.
You needed the right one.
Those are not always the same word.
The danger is not that it lies.
The danger is that it is fluent.
Fluent and wrong reads exactly like fluent and right,
until it ships,
until it runs,
until someone trusts it downstream.
So slow down where it speeds up.
Let it write the boilerplate.
Let it list the options.
Let it draft the first ten lines you would have typed anyway.
Then do the thing you are actually for.
Doubt it.
Ask where it got that.
Ask what it assumed.
Ask what it did not tell you because you did not think to ask.
The model has no stake in being right.
You do.
Your name is on the merge.
Your judgment is on the line.
Use it like a fast intern with a perfect memory
and no idea what matters.
Brilliant at recall.
Blind to consequence.
The future does not belong to the fastest typist.
It belongs to the person who can tell
a good answer from a confident one.
Let the machine be quick.
You be sure.
The speed is free.
The judgment is the whole reason you are still in the room.
– Serguey Asael Shinder
