The first time I typed a prompt into ChatGPT, I felt something I couldn’t quite name. At first, it was the rush of possibility—like standing at the edge of a vast, uncharted frontier. The words appeared faster than I could think them, crisp and confident, like they had been waiting for me all along. But beneath that exhilaration, there was something else, something quieter but insistent. A flicker of unease.
