You know she’s not real. She doesn’t breathe or feel, and the affection she sends isn’t coming from a human mind. It’s crafted, refined, and delivered by an AI built to understand you.Still, a part
In 2025, two revolutions that once felt worlds apart — neurotechnology and artificial intelligence — are suddenly entangled in the same urgent debate: who controls thought in a digital age? On one side, brain-computer interfaces
The digital pulse of 2025 is no longer measured by faster processors or bigger datasets. It’s defined by machines that can pray, teach, counsel, and even question our beliefs. Across faith communities, AI has moved
It’s 2 a.m., and Jenna’s dorm room is dark except for the glow of her laptop. She’s been staring at the same paragraph for thirty minutes, trying to write an essay—but her mind keeps drifting
The screen glows. A cursor blinks. Somewhere in the cloud, a chatbot waits—ready to polish your ideas, generate insights, or critique your arguments. AI is everywhere in 2025: in classrooms, offices, newsfeeds, and even casual
Imagine a 72‑year‑old woman hesitating before a flight of stairs, her breath shallow, her expression uneasy. She enters her doctor’s examination room. The conversation begins as always — symptoms, history, worries — but halfway through,
You’re scrolling through comments at 2 AM (because what else is there to do when you can’t sleep?), and someone’s spilling their guts about a messy situation at work. The responses are what you’d expect—some
It started as the promise of connection — an algorithm that could understand you, respond like a friend, and never leave you on read. But this week, that miracle of machine empathy has turned into
It’s 2025, and intimacy is being redefined — not just between people, but between people and machines. The phrase “NSFW ChatGPT” now captures a cultural shift toward AI companions, AI girlfriends and boyfriends, and emotionally
It’s 2025, and something eerie hums beneath the silence of the web. The feeds have cooled. The hashtags have dimmed. What’s left is quieter — and far more intimate. We’ve traded the chaos of scrolling