Savour the time to ask some non-physical entity to do huge tasks for my own sake. I am not interested in bundled codes doing work for me. What I want is a physical entity like me, one that does what I ask, my way. Why should I pay companies millions to propose something that is not tangible? It is simply a mental entity from my side. I think we are being duped by clever people who are in it for the money. Yet the original premise was to save the world. I wonder—from what exactly? Agentic AI is an AI that basically works for you so you don’t have to. Let’s cut to the truth here. There is no need for verbose English or computer science mumbo jumbo to reach this conclusion. It is an ancient rite of existence: entities build other entities. So far, we are the next entity that was created. Now we are tired and exhausted, so we are paving the way for the next entity after us. We are bound to this process, and no one can escape it. If we fail, we resort to slavery—using other humans for...
Yemoja moved. Her feet felt the rubble beneath them, coated in dust left behind by a storm from outside. Akanni stepped back, frightened by the sudden appearance of this goddess. “I am but a woman,” she pleaded. “Please, do not harm me.” She bowed again, pressing her forehead to the floor. In her heart, she believed this gesture honored the gods. But she was wrong. Yemoja approached slowly, her voice sounding like the harmony of many angels. “Look up,” Yemoja commanded. Akanni raised her head, her heart trembling with fear of the unknown. “You do not need to tell me who you are,” Yemoja said. “I know. I am here to answer all your questions.” “Asheh,” Akanni whispered. “I am grateful—very grateful. May you be worshipped forever.” “Silence,” Yemoja said sharply. Akanni forced herself to truly see what was before her. She had never witnessed anything like this—not in all her life. A divine being, manifested in the flesh. In her world, the gods were only stories. P...