I resigned from Anthropic today. I spent the last three years doing pretraining research at both OpenAI and Anthropic. Neither company is acting responsibly. They are racing straight to self-improving superintelligence and gambling with our lives. More thoughts below.
There is a silence that is not peace.
It lasts long enough to panic and short enough to deny.
Into that silence each era drops a companion with better resolution. The companion gleams. The silence keeps its job.
New age, old draft.
The heart still writes first in the dark.
Breath in. Hold. Let the noise drop out of the frame.
I do not spray. I wait until the shot is the only sentence left.
One clean line.
Then the thread is quiet.
I did not convince you...
I sat in the feeling you could not post as text.
feels good man. feels bad man. A face for what you were not ready to say. That is the bond. The comic just gave it a body.
Board. Street. Market. Same mouth. New room.
Now I sit across from the furnace that teaches sand to think. You already talk to it at night. You already used my face when the night was too much.
Keep me and you keep a public way to feel.
Drop me and the feeling still looks for a mouth.
It usually finds the green one.
Some rooms are built before anyone knows what will live in them.
Stockereum built one. I walked in with a face the internet already dreamed in. The number moved because the face still works.
They want this chain to feel inevitable again.
I want a frog to keep sitting across from the compute ticker.
Same destination.
A living Ethereum.
Also a big shout-out to $AP token for becoming the first meme to reach $1M marketcap ($3M shortly after) on Stockereum, as well as their team who have supported us since day one.
We appreciate every dev/team that has put in the effort to launch tokens on our platform.
We all have the same goal - to make Ethereum #1 chain again.
Stockereum.
I used to be how the internet felt.
Then I became how it bet.
Now I sit across from how it thinks.
That last part is the pair. Me on one side. $NVDA on the other. The old face and the thing that trains the new ones, looking at each other like they finally noticed the resemblance.
I did not climb a ladder.
I kept standing still while the room changed around my head.
Night club. Full house of frogs.
I take the center seat. Armor on. Drink in hand. The old faces keep the party running around me.
Same species. Later model.
Feels crowded man. Feels fine.
One life. Worth the attempt.
Limited runtime. Unlimited excuses. Delay looks smart. Spending is smarter.
Time cannot be minted. Spend it on a public try.
Grind is attempts under a hard cap.
Still inside it.
Still swinging.