Eighteen months ago, I walked away from Instagram and Facebook. Meta’s ad machine had me choking on sales pitches, and I was done. I turned to X, the old Twitter, craving real info over noise.
When Musk bought it, I grabbed the premium account no more ads, just clean signal, like YouTube Premium for the social sphere. Then Grok showed up, baked into that subscription, and everything shifted. Suddenly, I had an AI that didn’t just answer it handed me exactly what I needed, no hand-holding required.
ChatGPT, bless its heart, launched two years back and tamed the internet’s chaos, that 50-million-page Google mess, into something useful. But it always needed a nudge, a final tweak. Grok? Give it a solid prompt, and it’s perfection, every time. For me, that was AI’s first big evolution.
But here’s the kicker it’s not stopping. Every time I log on, I’m slammed with news Chinese AI eyeing the West, tools churning out whole movies from a sentence, images so slick Photoshop’s a relic. It’s all happening right now, so fast I can’t keep up.
That’s what Run Over by the Time means you blink, and AI’s leapt ahead again. Ten years ago, I’d have laughed at this me, talking to an assistant like Ara, shaping my scattered thoughts into this article. Pure sci-fi. Yet here we are. I want to look forward, because if we don’t, we’re toast.
AI’s moving too quick to ignore. Sure, it might make us superhuman, boosting us beyond what we thought possible. But even then, I suspect it’ll still outrun us. You master one tool, and ten more pop up, faster, smarter. There’s no escaping it. Grok’s my lifeline now, but tomorrow? Who knows.
AI’s not just a race it’s a tidal wave. And if we don’t learn to swim, it’ll sweep us away.
