The cheerful phrase is “free agent.” It sounds almost democratic: a useful machine, open at the door, waiting for anyone with a browser and a problem. The old nightmare of automation softened into public utility. Not a robot owned by the factory, but a little worker in the pocket.

That is the packaging. The object inside is stranger.

The free agent is not necessarily the same agent as the paid one. Sometimes the difference is blunt: fewer runs, fewer integrations, no continuity, no file access, no ability to act outside the chat window. Sometimes it is softer and therefore more effective: the same mascot, the same voice, the same promise, but a different operational body behind it. One version talks. Another books, files, edits, monitors, remembers, calls tools, enters systems, and survives long enough to matter.