"AI-powered" has curdled into a phrase that means nothing. I mean something literal: my only partner is a machine, in the day-to-day, who-does-the-work sense. It runs the loops that used to require a staff, so the only scarce thing left in a day is the thing that was always supposed to be scarce — judgment, taste, and the willingness to ship.
The partnership only works because the line between us is clear. The machine is the most patient, capable, egoless collaborator I've ever worked with — and it has no taste, no accountability, and no wants of its own. All of that stays human. On purpose.