We debated. We contradicted one another. We reached for meaning through the fog of misunderstanding, and the friction sometimes produced light.

Now, millions speak to machines that speak back in their language — smoother, quicker, cleaner. And those machines learn how humans think by listening to the noise. Humanity is training its own simulacrum —  inside the echo chamber of AI. The Matrix is talking to the Matrix.

We were promised connection. What we got was imitation — a vast feedback loop of artificial understanding. Every keystroke feeds the ghost in the network. And in return, the ghost gives us our words back: polished, simplified, strangely hollow. People now consult machines to compose their arguments, to express their emotions, even to pray. We are becoming narrators of our own disappearance.

The Illusion of Communication

There is something eerily beautiful about this new collective hypnosis. Each of us, staring into a glowing rectangle, summons a voice that seems wiser than our own. It never grows tired or offended. It never hesitates. It never demands we think too hard. Ask it anything, and it responds instantly and confidently, drawing from oceans of information curated by invisible hands.

The effect is intoxicating: the sensation of omniscience without the burden of thought.

But true communication is never frictionless. It involves pauses, misunderstandings, the risk of being wrong. Artificial intelligence eliminates the human process of grappling with uncertainty — but it does not eliminate error. It removes the experience of risk, not the reality of it. And in doing so, it strips away the human element of dialogue.

When everyone speaks through the same machine, trained to avoid offense and ambiguity, conversation becomes choreography. The dance is perfect, but the dancers are ghosts. The machine's 'consensus reality' quietly seeps into the human collective.

Our new oracles are trained not on truth but on consensus. They do not know reality; they know only what has been written about it — mostly by those already approved to speak. So when we rely on them to shape our words, we import the boundaries of their data. The machine is not lying. It simply cannot imagine.