When I request an image from an AI tool, why do I start with ‘please’? I suppose it’s more civilized than virgin sacrifice—a magical ploy from a position of weakness.

If Mr. Chatman gently admonishes me, as in ‘I’m not allowed to create an image of a public figure doing that,’ I immediately fold with, ‘Sorry.’

And why do I think of my technology tools as Mr? I’m as woke as you are, the rest of the day.

I recall seeing, at 19, the 1968 film 2001: A Space Odyssey, with murderous HAL in control. A brilliant astronaut unhooked him.

Computer geeks are always the smartest guys in the room.

I wonder where all of this will end. I’m tempted to ask Mr. Chatman. But I don’t think I will.

Instead, I’m closing Mr. Mac, turning off Mr. iPhone, and putting on my thinking cap for a walk outside.

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