most people don’t understand what’s coming. i do though. i read a blog post. Anthropic said the models are improving faster than even Anthropic expected, which means my assumptions about the assumptions are also conservative. we are beyond exponential. Demis said golden age of science. i have considered this statement seriously for a second. Mythos was just the beginning. i have not elaborated on what Mythos is. good morning
Our internal data shows Claude is accelerating AI development—a possible path to recursive self-improvement, or AI autonomously building a more capable successor.
It’s happening faster than we thought, and the implications deserve greater attention. https://t.co/OVVPJO7VQx
Got it:
we are deeply, deeply concerned about the pace of AI development. we lose sleep over this. we wrote 3000 words about it. anyway here’s a bar chart showing we’re 8x more productive and a quote from an employee who hasn’t written code in 5 months, call your enterprise sales rep, Series G was oversubscribed, thank you
@thsottiaux appreciate the reset Tibo. genuine question though… how does regularly wiping usage limits mid-cycle hold up post-IPO when public markets are monitoring margins every quarter?
question i’ve been too scared to ask: whether opioids + hospice care reliably dissolves the fear of death even in the most life-loving people. left it unanswered for years. telling myself the answer is yes. can’t risk finding out it’s no.
How each chess piece moves was once loosely defined. The standard movements just settled over time, but the game would be more approachable if they were negotiated fresh every game.
Rook moves through orthogonal cell space, bishop through orthogonal node space. Knight moves through hidden finer resolution node space that aliases into an L pattern in the visible one.
I like to think they knew it would endure, or at least felt it would — that at the end of each day’s work there was something like peace in it, the way you feel pulling the buc-ee’s boogie boards out of the vacation pool at dusk, stacking them against the fence while low gray clouds drift in off the Gulf, slow and soft as cotton candy, and you’re just standing there knowing this particular pool, these particular people, this exact quality of quiet — all of it is already becoming memory. No pyramid slowly rising out of the sand, but no one left to understand the perspective anyway.