Robin Emmons

Robin Emmons

Dear Mr. Algorithm

A satirical letter to the algorithm that finishes your sentences, reads your mind, and owns the room—even when it loses in court. Spoiler: freedom isn’t free when you’re the product.

This Is What It Means to Be Free

I, too, am a paradox—much like my nation. A proud citizen and a brainwashed hostage. Both free and imprisoned. Both hopeful and disillusioned. This is what it means to be human here.

If AI Can Heal Us, Who Will We Become?

An AI-assisted surgery on my nephew shook me. Not because it failed—but because it didn’t. As machines take over work once thought irreplaceable, we’re called to ask: What do we truly value in a human life?

If They Eliminate Medicaid, Who Will They Come For Next?

A letter you can send today to urge Congress not to gut Medicaid. This isn’t just policy—it’s personal. For families with aging parents, disabled children, and patients battling cancer, Medicaid is the difference between care and catastrophe.