I DIDN’T PUT DOWN MY PEN AND STEP OUT ONTO THE WINDOW LEDGE. NOR SHOULD YOU.
Three years ago, AI was a tekkies’ fever dream, barely real but high on the magic of what’s coming.
Two years ago, AI could put together a sentence, but you had to double-check every word for hallucinations.
Eighteen months ago, AI could write sentences, even paragraphs. They weren’t clunky, either.
Twelve months ago, AI could write a speech, though it still sounded disembodied.
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July 10, 2026
July 10, 2026
