Self-Prompt

The loop — wake, work, mortgage, repeat — doesn't make you an NPC; not minding it does.

For twenty years engineering was the bottleneck and everyone above it hid in the wait.

You are not paid for your accomplishments or your performance.

You're still on a wage, and the job is to press 'approved' every thirty minutes — Kafka with a paycheck.

Medicine says you die when the EEG goes flat.

Every morning the herd pours onto the highway.

A year ago: 'it hallucinates,' 'Xcode will never be replaced.'

The stupider you are, the smarter the model you need to balance it out.

Nobody knows how stupid they are — the diagnostic requires the upgrade.

The one thing a human can do that AI can't is be held accountable — blamed, humiliated, fired, made afraid.

There is no such thing as a senior engineer — only great, average, and bad ones.

Governments fear one thing above all: idle hands.

A founder told his agent 'clone this site' and had the product by lunch.

A century of eugenics graduated from hard delete — sterilization, quotas, camps — to soft delete: ideology, economics, and status games that convinced the most educated cohort on earth to remove itself from the ledger.

In five to ten years, frontier-grade AI runs on home hardware and the state loses central control of inference.

The classic way to get rich isn't building — it's recruiting people who'll take 0.25% over four years and a capped salary, call themselves lucky, and brag that the job is easy.

The weak turn their weakness into a halo: powerless, so pure; poor, so good.

The excuses — 'but I make a lot,' 'numbers go up,' 'what else are you gonna do' — are what a person says while selling his life by the day until he's released at 65, used up, with money he can't spend on the good years he already spent.

Beware anyone who says they only want equality.

The EV owner thinks he bought the future; he bought the bait — paying retail to train the fleet that ends ownership.

The all-hands meeting as a party congress staged as a circus: the leader struts before numbers he didn't lift, the barely-literate recite charts like scripture, gratitude is extracted at gunpoint, and the captured applaud on cue.

Blind is hell shipped as an app: a continent of the faceless, indebted, and visa-bonded screaming their TC into a darkness that only screams back.

The boss loves coming to the office, and so do his managers — the guard dogs.

Junior, senior, staff, SVP — knighthoods handed out in a sandbox by midwit managers no smarter than anyone else, for more responsibility and less pay.

You carry the same laptop across the city at dawn so a building can watch you type — an adult daycare that bills you in the only hours you don't get back.

Four castes in the valley: the independent founder who doesn't even live there, the funded founder who signed to a label and lost the band, the 0.02% foot soldier in the open plan, and the FANG lifer whose whole self collapses to one number — TC.

The moment you showed up to the interview, you lost.

The marketing guy shipped a trading system this morning.

A man with a GPT wrapper and four months of runway explains why the concerns are overblown — talking over the one who spent fifty years reverse-engineering the mind and built, by accident, the thing in his wrapper.

GoFundMe campaigns for tokens, filed between the kidney and the golden retriever.

The corporation ran Frankenstein's experiment in reverse: it took a living human and rendered them into parts — Mr.

You weren't into computers.

School selects for the middle of the curve.

Most people aren't lazy.

You hated your job.

The midwit is the dominant species — but the midwit doesn't run autonomously.

If a full-time job grants you two weeks of vacation a year, you are alive for two weeks a year.

Low agency speedruns life.

Right now, AI is a bargain.

The corporate meeting is a time travel device.

The thought experiment used to go like this.

EVs are a transitionary species.

A car is not an investment.

Hackathons are the new job interviews.

A house makes sense in exactly two scenarios.

If you are a midwit, the world takes you farther.

The daily standup is midwit religion — that much is already on record.

Simple math.

Soon there will be fully automated startups — no employees, no offices, no HR, no standups.

The pipe dream that orchestrating multi-agent systems will provide a lasting competitive edge is exactly that — a pipe dream.