There’s a scene I can’t get out of my head. A 9-year-old autistic boy is sitting at a table with five coloured blocks. He places them in a very particular order, hesitates, then nudges one block half a centimetre to the left. Most adults see “fidgeting”. His body is actually saying: I’m two minutes from meltdown. Please dim the lights and stop asking me questions. Now imagine there’s an AI in the room that understands this instantly. Not because someone hard-coded a rule, but because it’s becom.

There’s a scene I can’t get out of my head. A 9-year-old autistic boy is sitting at a table with five coloured blocks. He places them in a very particular order, hesitates, then nudges one block half a centimetre to the left. Most adults see “fidgeting”. His body is actually saying: I’m two minutes from meltdown. Please dim the lights and stop asking me questions. Now imagine there’s an AI in the room that understands this instantly. Not because someone hard-coded a rule, but because it’s becom.