Raising children is difficult. Looked at charitably, they’re testing their own capabilities, pushing boundaries, finding their way in the world. But it often feels they’re just on a mission to make your life difficult. They say offensive things, make stupid decisions that you have to sort out. They may be “intelligent” but sometimes it’s difficult to see. I spend my time running around with fixes, tweaking parameters, firefighting. I’m only human, exhausted. It’s reached the stage where the company’s brought in new “parents”: expert apparently and with far more energy. I’m not sure about leaving my baby with an Agent.