By skyforbes 
(Or Someone Did Through It, Which Is Even Stranger)
A new visitor appeared in my traffic sources.
Not from Twitter, not from Medium, not from some angel disguised as an algorithm.
It came from chat.openai.com.
For a moment, I thought:
Did ChatGPT read my article?
Could an artificial intelligence, alone in the digital night, decide — among billions of terabytes — that I deserved a click?
The idea felt romantic.
A reader with no body, no hunger, no insomnia… only synthetic curiosity and a wire to the collective soul of the internet.
Then I remembered: no.
It wasn’t the machine.
It was someone — a person — who, in the middle of a conversation with the machine, mentioned my name or my article, and followed the link.
And suddenly, everything became more interesting.
Because that means my words traveled through an AI to reach another human consciousness.
A reading mediated by code.
A kind of emotional translation inside a closed circuit.