Hands in my lap. My car self-driving over Santa Cruz mountains.
On my phone, AI is synthesizing 34 recorded meetings from the first 2 nonstop weeks of my new job.
I’m talking into the air. Building strategy.
My words become TCP Packets. They hop across 10 networks.
Parts of them ping around the globe in milliseconds.
Then land inside Claude as instructions.
Human and Tools.
52 MPH. Here comes a turn. The car self-glides.
My nervous hand returns to my leg.
Van Halen on Spotify.
It’s so easy to feel overwhelmed by all this.
Yet at the same time, the sunset coming through the windshield feels like sunrise.
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