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My childhood make-believe involved quite a bit of multitasking. I’d rollerblade in my front driveway for hours, bouncing a tennis ball on a racket and muttering dialogue for an elaborate storyline in which I was a Jane Austen heroine, or a 10th female member of the Fellowship of the Ring. Yes, I was incredibly cool.

That habit faded in my late teens, sort of like my religious faith did. Even at a tiny liberal arts college where people routinely wore cosplay around campus, I managed to lose touch with my imaginary people. Then adulthood happened, and I spent most of my twenties and early thirties learning to be employed and coexist peacefully with my brain.

Now, in my mid-30s, make-believe has made a big comeback and, yes, it’s thanks to AI. These days, my imaginary people come with websites and job descriptions.

Over Labor Day weekend, I spent a couple hundred dollars in tokens getting Astra to turn the skills in Compound Writing, my AI writing toolkit, into imaginary creatures. I could want something ridiculous, change my mind, and follow a result because it surprised me. On Every’s frontier team, my job is to explore what AI makes possible and turn what I learn into something others can use. My private game seemed like a promising place to start.