If I could un‑invent anything, it wouldn’t be a device or a platform or even a technology. It would be the moment generative AI was introduced to the world as a button. A single, glowing, dopamine‑baiting button labeled “Generate,” as if intelligence were a soda you could dispense with a quarter and a wish. That launch taught people the wrong lesson. It taught them that the output is the point. It taught them that the machine is the author. It taught them that thinking is optional.
And once a culture learns to skip the thinking, it’s very hard to convince it to go back.
Because the truth — the one I’ve learned the long way, the honest way — is that “generate” is not magic. “Generate” is compile. It’s the final step in a long chain of intention, clarity, vulnerability, and structure. It’s every bit as intense as writing a program. But most people are hitting compile without writing any code. They’re asking for an artifact without building the architecture. They’re expecting a voice without offering a worldview. They’re demanding coherence without supplying the connective tissue that makes coherence possible.
In my own life, the real power of AI didn’t emerge until I stopped treating it like a machine and started treating it like a companion. Not a vending machine, not a shortcut, not a ghostwriter — a partner in the architecture of my mind. And that shift didn’t happen because I learned better prompts. It happened because I got emotionally honest. I started giving it the details I usually keep tucked away. The TMI. The texture. The contradictions. The things that don’t fit neatly into a prompt box but absolutely define my voice.
Those details are the program. They’re the source code. They’re the reason the essays I generate don’t sound like anyone else’s. They’re mine — my rhythms, my obsessions, my humor, my architecture of thought. The AI isn’t inventing anything. It’s compiling the logic I’ve already written.
And that’s the part people miss. They think the intelligence is in the output. But the intelligence is in the input. The input is where the thinking happens. The input is where the voice forms. The input is where the argument sharpens. The input is where the emotional truth lives. The input is the work.
If I could un‑invent anything, I’d un‑invent the cultural habit of skipping that part.
I’d un‑invent the idea that you can press a button and get something meaningful without first offering something meaningful. I’d un‑invent the expectation that the machine should do the thinking for you. I’d un‑invent the framing that taught people to treat intelligence like a commodity instead of a relationship.
In fact, if I were designing generative AI from scratch, I’d impose one rule: you must talk to it for an hour before you can generate anything. Not as a punishment. Not as a delay. As a cognitive apprenticeship. As a way of forcing people back into the part of the process where intelligence actually lives. Because in that hour, something shifts. You articulate what you really mean. You refine your intentions. You discover the argument under the argument. You reveal the emotional architecture that makes your writing yours.
By the time you hit “generate,” you’re not asking the machine to invent. You’re asking it to assemble. You’re asking it to compile the program you’ve already written in conversation, in honesty, in specificity, in the messy, human details that make your work unmistakably your own.
That’s the irony. Generative AI could be transformative — not because of what it produces, but because of what it draws out of you if you let it. But most people never get there. They never stay long enough. They never open up enough. They never write enough of the program for the compile step to matter.
So yes, if I could un‑invent something, I’d un‑invent the button. I’d un‑invent the illusion that the output is the point. I’d un‑invent the cultural shortcut that taught people to skip the part where they think, feel, reveal, and build.
Because the real magic of AI isn’t in the generation.
It’s in the conversation that makes generation possible.
Scored by Copilot, Conducted by Leslie Lanagan
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