Everywhere I look, someone’s building an AI agent.
Not a tool. Not an assistant.
An agent.
Which is Silicon Valley code for “something we hope sounds cooler than a chatbot.”
Supposedly, these agents will handle everything: email, scheduling, research, shopping, remembering your mom’s birthday, and—eventually—thinking for you.
Because clearly, thinking is outdated.
Let me guess:
The future is… talking to a digital butler who gets confused when you say, “Cancel my dinner with Rob, not my dog’s vaccination.”
Here’s the real deal:
Most AI agents right now are glorified macros with ambition.
They do a few impressive tricks, stumble on anything weird, and cost more than your gym membership (which you also forgot about—don’t worry, your agent will remind you).
But hey—at least now, when your AI assistant double-books you and orders 3 crates of oat milk, you can say,
“It wasn’t me. My agent did it.”
