Made Human — Intimacy

AI will soon know more about us than we know about ourselves.

It will track our heart rate. Predict our cravings. Finish our sentences before we’ve typed them (already doing that).

But intimacy isn’t prediction.

It’s risk.

It’s the shiver of not knowing if the hand you’re reaching for will meet yours. It’s the silence between two people that can feel either unbearable or sacred, depending on the day.

Made Human here is not about efficiency. It’s about presence.

About sitting in a room with someone you love and feeling their breath shift when they’re about to cry. About mishearing them, misunderstanding them, and repairing anyway.

Because intimacy is messy. It requires patience. And patience cannot be automated.

So the question isn’t "How do we make connection faster, cleaner, smoother?"

but rather "How do we stay inside the mess long enough for love to take root?"