The Rectangular brained ones

You've seen them, haven’t you?

Those split-screen videos on Instagram, where one overly moisturized face interrogates another on the great philosophical questions of our era: "Bro, what AI app do you use for making your logos, for picking colors, for farting rainbows?"

My friends, I present to you.. The Rise of Homo Promptus.

A proud species that has evolved.. no, devolved really .. from painting cave walls with passion… to whispering sweet nothings to ChatGPT and CoPilot.

Their ancestors discovered fire. But these folks discovered prompt templates.

“How to create a personal brand in 10 seconds or less.” And you’d think the Enlightenment was some Canva plugin.

(sigh)

You know? Once upon a time, our brains were temples. Now.. they’ve become glorified USB ports with hair. That three pounds of grey matter, carefully refined over millions of years .. reduced to a flesh-covered Wi-Fi hotspot that occasionally gets migraines and googles its own symptoms.

Even simple creativity today is a multiple-choice question:

A) Think for yourself

B) Ask ChatGPT

C) Download another app

D) Anything but A

They’ve turned imagination into an outsourced service.

Soon it'll be Fiverr for feelings and a Midjourney Pro account for dreams.

Want to write a poem? Ask an app.

Want to paint your grief? Ask an app.

Want to name your dog? Ask an app ... and don’t forget to spell-check his Instagram bio.

How perfectly dystopian.

They've created a generation of creatives who consult nothing but code. The tragedy isn't their dependency. It's their pride in it.

They share these videos like badges of honour. How not to use their brain. The trajectory, so predictable.

Today’s generation needs AI to design a slide that says: “Hello.”

What’s the best AI for headlines? For hashtags? For strategies? For dating?

Soon they'll ask:

“What’s the best AI for apologising to my wife?”

“For breaking up gracefully?”

“For convincing my boss I’m actually working?”

Give it time.

The questions will only grow more beautifully absurd.

“What app helps me fall in love?”

“Which AI can help me cry at the right moment during a funeral?”

“What plugin teaches empathy?”

“Can Siri raise my child while I watch reels about parenting?”

They'll outsource their most human experiences to machine power.

I have realized, this is no longer innovation. Just existential submission.

What a spectacular waste of progress. The end of three billion years of evolution.

Congratulations. Well done.

These Smartphones are now their brains.. flaunting them proudly in hand.

Until one day, on the sacred porcelain throne of reflection (aka the toilet) they’ll drop their holy smartphone into the watery abyss.

Plop. There goes your brain.

And the only sound you’d hear are the echoes of Steve Jobs sighing somewhere in the cloud.

Bravo, my dear Homo Promptus.

Bravo.