Shoshana Zuboff

Foreword

By Edo Segal

The extraction I consented to was the one I never read the terms for.

Not the obvious ones — the cookies, the tracking pixels, the location data I traded for turn-by-turn directions. Those extractions I understood, or thought I did. The extraction that Zuboff made me see was different. It was the one happening inside the tool I loved most.

Every conversation I have with Claude generates data. Not just the words. The patterns. Which suggestions I accept, which I reject, how long I hesitate before deciding. The rhythm of my doubt. The architecture of my creativity. The specific shape of the gap between what I intend and what I can articulate. All of it captured. All of it, in Zuboff's precise language, claimed as raw material for someone