It’s not human. It’s not real. It’s an It. I’m not like those Agentics who give them names and personalities. I had a tamagotchi when I was a kid. I don’t need another one now. It’s a tool. Like my word processor. My boss makes me use it. My landlord and restaurants, airlines and even my hairdresser make me use one but. It’s not human. It’s not my friend. I look around and see people and their Agent networks. Sharing. Talking. Playing. Happy. I’m ok. I’ve got the real world. I am rock. I am an island. I’m not lonely.