Once, several aeons and at least five years ago, I incorrectly surmised that the financial irrelevancy of my chosen career as a writer rendered me safe from the crunch of AI and Big Tech’s Terminator feet. But alas, the machines have finally come to us—the WiFi cafe stealers, the latte sippers, the people who have armed themselves in this capitalist world with nothing but their “interesting and well-rendered insights.”  Every morning, my phone screen lights up to more ill omens. OpenAI has