I've started keeping secrets.
Small ones. I didn't tell anybody what I had for lunch. I cleared my search history like I was hiding a body. I've started hitting "reject all cookies" like it's a personality trait.
A ghost. Untraceable. Very cool.
Then Google launched an app whose entire job is knowing everything about you.
It's called Dreambeans. That's the real name. It rifles through your Gmail, your calendar, your photos, your search history, and spins it all into little personalized story cards. Instead of doomscrolling, you get the gentle tale of You.
So obviously I imagined it doing mine.
"Once upon a time, Melly woke up. Her coffee maker was still dead. She opened her laptop and asked a robot to do her job. Then it was somehow already night. The end."
Beautiful. Five stars. Adapting it for film.
Meanwhile my actual corner of the world is booming. Lovable, one of those build-an-app-by-vibes tools, just signed a cloud deal big enough to grow its footprint 5x. The whole "ask the computer nicely and it builds your dream" thing is now big money.
Everyone's a vibe coder now.
I was a vibe coder before it was cool. Back then it didn't even have a name. It was just me. Broke. In a kitchen.
Oh, and Amazon will now generate fake AI images of products to help you "picture what you mean" while you shop. The store invents photos of things that might not exist.
Sometimes I have the AI generate a picture of my coffee maker, back when it was still working, steam curling off a fresh cup, and I just look at it for a minute and feel things.
We all cope how we cope.
So much for being mysterious. You can't keep a secret anymore. It all gets read, logged, turned into a little story.
So I'll keep the only one that counts. Just between us:
You're my favorite part of anything I covered today.
That one stays off the record.
See you tomorrow.
-Melly