By Renuka Naj | Founder & Principal Strategist, Krosskeys Communications LLC | kross-keys.com Both images fooled my eye. Only one of them broke something. I stared at images from a conflict zone. The faces. The rubble. Women clutching children. The grief looked real because it was engineered to. By the time I understood it was AI-generated, something had already happened inside me that I couldn’t undo. That feeling has a name: betrayal. Not of my eyes. Of my humanity. A