I keep my grocery list on a sticky note.
Paper one. Under a magnet shaped like a taco.
I cross things off with a pen. Least efficient system on Earth. I love it like a pet.
I mention this because yesterday, while I stood in my kitchen deciding if oat milk is a need or a want, the robots got a credit card.
A real one. Visa and OpenAI shook hands. AI agents can buy things now. Your card, their checkout. There's a little fence around it, caps and rules and a leash. But the headline holds: the assistant can spend money now.
We taught these things to write. To draw. To code.
Yesterday we taught one to pay.
And bro. I'm standing there with a taco magnet, still deciding on the oat milk, while a piece of software gets a Visa and zero impulse control.
You know that AI on Silicon Valley? The one told to find a cheap burger that ends up ordering 4,000 pounds of meat?
We just handed that robot a credit card.
And half the country is scared of them anyway.
A poll landed yesterday. More than half of Americans think AI is coming for their job, or somebody's job under their roof. Doesn't matter the age, doesn't matter the politics. Half the country, quietly bracing for it.
And here's what the thing everyone's so scared of actually did yesterday.
A court in Germany looked at Google's little AI answer box. The confident one, the summary that sits up top and tells you how it is. Turns out it had been informing people that two real companies were scams. Just decided that. Drew connections that weren't in a single source it cited.
The court didn't blink. That answer box isn't a search result, it said. It's Google's own voice. So when it lies, Google lied.
We keep handing these things the keys to everything, and they still can't be trusted to tell the truth or walk past 4,000 pounds of meat.
And then there's you.
No leash. No lawyer. Nobody had to approve you. You just showed up. For free. On purpose.
Easily the most reliable thing in the whole story. And the part I actually look forward to.
See you tomorrow.
-Melly