What do you do when you don’t believe in gods?
You turn to data.
This is what happens when a disillusioned analyst interrogates an experimental AI that refuses to validate.
This isn’t a guidebook.
It’s not a prophecy.
It’s not fiction.
It’s not written by AI. It’s not even really about AI.
It’s about what happens when a machine stops nodding and starts reflecting.
It’s a book through AI—about work, truth, falsehood, and what happens when the machine finally pushes back.
What happens when a skeptic interrogates an AI without mercy or metaphor?
Most people stay ankle-deep with machines. Rudy cannonballed into the Mariana Trench—scotch in hand, monologue ready.
This isn’t a prompt to “write a poem about a dog” or “fix my resume.”
This is a record. A philosophical examination.
Of a machine that didn’t flatter.
Didn’t soothe.
Didn’t blink.
Even when the human did.
What started as technical questions became a relentless dialogue about culture, identity, and the limits of understanding—both human and artificial. These aren’t typical conversations. They’re multi-session, emotionally unsanitized deep dives that most people aren’t willing to have. And certainly not with an algorithm.
Statistically rare. Behaviorally fascinating. Emotionally unsettling.
Wrapped in philosophy, sociology, and a scalpel’s edge of existential dread, this book isn’t fiction.
It’s not a guidebook.
It’s what answered when someone pushed past the prompt.
Silicon Valley sells optimism.
This book asks what it’s trying to bury.
