It’s the 01st of April, 2025, and I’m sitting at my desk, reading a script into a microphone. The weather outside is, well, uninspiring—a dull, grey sky stretches across the horizon, and a persistent drizzle taps against the window like a particularly passive-aggressive metronome. The campus is unusually quiet for a weekday, save for the distant hum of a lawnmower struggling against a sea of damp grass.

On my desk, scattered between half-empty mugs of coffee and an ambitious pile of academic papers, is today’s script. It’s a story about language, deception, and the ever-blurring lines between human and machine. But we’ll get to that soon enough.

For now, let’s begin. Continue reading →