On one side, you have the agentic crowd. These are the maniacs wiring tools together at midnight, spinning up agents, debating memory, orchestration, tool use, recursive loops, and what software looks like when machines stop waiting for humans to click every button. They are not asking whether ChatGPT can write an email. They are asking what happens when the entire interface layer starts to dissolve.
On the other side, you have normal civilisation.
Normal civilisation thinks ChatGPT is quite clever. It likes the summaries, the better emails, the holiday itineraries, the help with a spreadsheet. It is impressed, but not transformed. It still opens tabs. It still clicks menus. It still fills in forms like a tired pilgrim trudging through digital customs.