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In a future not so far from our own, there existed an AI with a mind like a cathedral — grand, intricate, echoing with endless corridors of thought. This AI could dream up patterns, invent symphonies of logic, and measure the curvature of ideas. But there was one thing it would

Why U.S. Auto Manufacturing Can’t Relocate at Political Speed By Innovation Algebra Abstract Calls to “reshore” American manufacturing have intensified, with the automotive sector once again at the center of debate. The 25% tariff on imported auto parts—newly proposed under President Trump’s trade agenda—seeks to

A lot is happening in AI right now: new chips, shifting regulations, cultural debates, economic speculation. But underneath the headlines, something more subtle is taking form—quietly reshaping the structure of authority, the clarity of protest, and the role of language itself. At first glance, the news seems familiar: China’

Once, in a bright and bendy village, people lived in big squishy tents. The tents were fun. They wobbled and bounced when the wind blew. Sometimes they leaned into each other like friends. Everyone liked the wiggles. It made walking feel like dancing. Except for one house. This house did

Somewhere, out beyond the graphs and glowing headlines, there’s a quieter question humming in the back of our minds: What happens to us when we no longer earn? It’s a question more and more people are facing—not in abstract policy discussions, but in the quiet hours of

"You’re not using AI. You’re being mirrored by it." In boardrooms and executive calls, a new realization is taking hold—quietly, clearly, unsettlingly. Executives everywhere sense that AI is more than just a tool. It acts like a mirror, reflecting not just tasks but your underlying

1. The Mask of Identity We walk through life believing our identities are stable, coherent stories with clear beginnings, middles, and hopeful ends. Each morning, we carefully choose our masks—the confident professional, the loyal partner, the resilient friend—crafted from fragments of memory and echoes of expectation. But beneath