@jerryjliu0 Wait I thought 4.6 opus was at 1M since release, no?
I hate when this kind of thing isn’t obvious to me it makes me feel like an idiot. But I will say I haven’t consistently “felt” the 1M, so this would make sense
Your vision and organizational core purpose is either a lighthouse or a museum piece.
Most founders still write human-only vision while agents are rapidly starting to be the heartbeat (pun intended) of your company's ops.
The OpenClaw fix (used in my ADHD-unemployable execution style): make the vision explicitly agent-first.
“By 2030 we will be the first [industry] company where agents with perpetual memory drive 70% of value creation — while humans own irreplaceable soul.”
Write it once.
Embed in OpenClaw memory files.
By this time next year, when I Topgrade a human candidate, I'll be telling them "when I talk to [insert the name of their openclaw], what is he going to say you could have done better.
with perpetual memory, agents are paying attention. now, humans must match the curiosity.
In the AI revolution, are humans the humans or are humans the horse in the parallel of the invention of the tractor?
Extremely impressed by @Gregory_C_Allen’s narrative on @business last night.
Frankly this is the first non-moronic narrative (quite the opposite) commentary on AI, markets’ reactions rippling through SaaS, geopolitical Chinese and economic insights, technical revolutionary insights, Dario/Anthropic, among other things I can remember seeing on any derivative of network TV since … ever actually
Someone once said “My unpopular opinion is phones have made us too accessible." I told them I never answer my phone and I haven't noticed an alert since 2009
Monte Carlo simulations enabled a god-mode BEFORE AI.
When agents run millions of scenarios with perfect memory of every past outcome ... well, do the math.
the human still owns the ‘felt pain of being wrong’ — but now with increasingly perfect data
The horizon looks wrong. Not “pretty sunset wrong”—more like the ocean inhaled and forgot to exhale. The seagulls shut up. My lizard brain starts pricing staircases.
I’m on the beach with a crowd of perfectly groomed denial.
Admitting the wave means admitting you’ve been standing in the wrong place.
So here’s the move: stop arguing with physics. Get to higher ground. Build the boat. Learn the new currents. Or keep sipping warm beer at sea level and call it “measured skepticism.”