AI genie out of the bottle and, as with genies, the granted wish often bring trouble

Lunch had been a handful of cashews, munched in the car on my way to Pullman to listen to 6th grade girls talk about their lives.

Now it was 2 p.m., heading home and, glory be, a White Castle ahead on 111th Street. I pulled into the drive-thru line.

Should I order two cheese sliders or three? I have my svelte figure to consider, so called up whatever AI helpmate crouches on my…