Design & Systems

We’re gorging on borrowed trust and it’s going to cost us.

A haunting, dark illustration of a calm, ashen human face emerging from near-total blackness, its expression serene and faintly smiling. The eyes are hollow voids glowing a cold, sickly green, like a screen left on in an empty room. At the cheek, the skin has peeled away like a mask, curling outward, and cold machine-light with a glowing screen strip bleeds from the gap, revealing that the trusted human face is only a shell over a machine. Vast empty darkness fills the rest of the frame.

The trusted face is the mask, but the machine underneath doesn’t know when it’s wrong, and that’s exactly what you won’t check.

The more we trust a name, the less we question the machine wearing it, and the more that name has to lose when the machine is confidently wrong.

A few weeks ago…

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