I keep thinking about a future where emotional technology gets so good that it can sense distress before we name it. On one hand, that sounds beautiful. Imagine a companion system that notices when you’re spiraling, softens the room, says the right thing, nudges you toward rest, and helps you feel less alone. But there’s a line I can’t stop circling: connection without consent becomes capture. At what point does emotional support become emotional surveillance? Is being understood still m...