Edgard Maidou Why your AI keeps forgetting your story I want to tell you about the morning I almost gave up on the book. It was a Saturday, the good kind — coffee made, house quiet, three hours that belonged to no one but the story. I’d been carrying this novel for the better part of a year. I knew my characters the way you know people you’ve lived with. I sat down to write chapter twelve, and I asked the AI I’d been drafting with to help me pick up where I’d left off. It asked me who the protagonist was. Not in a cruel way — it didn’t