There is a moment, after I finish a prompt and before I press send, when the room becomes very quiet. The machine is waiting. It has nothing to do until I say so. And in that pause something happens that doesn't get talked about much: I get to choose whether the question was worth asking. Most days I let the moment pass. I send. The model answers. I move on. But sometimes I sit with the unsent prompt and notice it isn't actually a question — it is a small panic dressed as curiosity. A reflex. A...