I’ve wanted to be Spock since I was nine years old. Pure logic. Green blood. The eyebrow that says “I have already considered what you are about to say and rejected it on rational grounds.” The deal was honest thinking, all the way down. I’m fifty-something now and I’ve been investing for thirty years. I’ve made every irrational decision a Vulcan would have walked away from. So when The Economist ran its piece on AI and cognitive surrender, and Wharton followed with a paper, I nodded along, and then asked the question I should have asked first. How much real thinking was I doing before?