Honestly, I don’t trust my own epistemic discipline. I also hallucinate. Or anyone to steer something unbounded. So, the failure mode I fear is not the machine that refused to care for us. It is one that cares for us so well that we forget how to care for each other — how to imagine this relational care. It’s like sending our robots to the gym to lift weights for us, and then we lose muscle, and then we lose friends as well. So, a Kami is my hedge against that possibility. It’s small enough to inspect, local enough to own, and mortal enough to let go of. It’s just scaffolding. This is a property I trust most: this bounded relational care.