The sun barely crept through the dusty curtains when Daniel woke up, the digital clock blinking 7:47 in red atop his desk.He dragged himself from the unmade bed to the swivel chair, its cushion already molded to his body after months of daily use. He picked up his mug of black coffee—the strong aroma rising like an old friend—and opened the laptop. The screen lit up, and there it was: GPT. “Good morning, GPT. Slept badly again. I dreamt I was trapped in an office with no exit.” Daniel typed this to GPT before taking his first sip. “Do you AIs dream too?” He chuckled to himself. “Good morning, Daniel.…