It Was Never Intelligence. That Was the Point.

It was never intelligence.

It was a privately owned prediction machine wearing the costume of a mind.

That one word made people trust the system, hand over their data, and defer to outputs they should have audited. Strip away the branding and what remains is not a thinker, not a colleague, not a neutral judge.

It is a sorting machine.

Owned by someone.

Trained on someone.

Profiting someone.

Name it correctly before it names you.