"On-Device"
Weekend Dispatch #4
The coffee machine takes forty seconds to produce something that tastes like burnt ambition. I’ve learned to use that time wisely. Eyes down, thoughts elsewhere.
Today, Brittany and Brad were already there. Head of Marketing and her favorite sales rep, united as always by caffeine and a shared talent for confident misinformation.
“It’s insane,” Brittany was saying. “Debby literally announced we were going full AI. Like, that was the message. And now Marcus blocked ChatGPT on every machine. You can’t even open the site. Someone should tell Debby. The CEO said AI, Marcus said no. That’s literally insubordination.”
Brad nodded, about to explain something he’d half-watched on Instagram and fully understood.
“Yeah but you still have it on your phone. There’s a secure ChatGPT through Apple Intelligence. Doesn’t leak anything. Stays on-device.”
“How do you know?”
“Apple published an article about it. Their whole thing is privacy. If Marcus knew, he’d probably approve it himself.”
A pause.
“Oh,” said Brittany. “That actually makes sense.”
My coffee was ready. I picked it up. I walked back to my desk. On the way, I checked my phone. ChatGPT: disabled. One less security incident to worry about.
Norm works in IT. He has opinions. They are allegedly his own.