Decentralized Intelligence

it's 2027. you take a free-tier public Waymo to the DMV (Department of Model Variance) to do a proof-of-identity check for access to GPT 7.1. the guy at the counter is clearly watching a Mr. Beast video in his AR glasses. "Here for that new model?" he says, barely making eye contact. he wipes his fingers on his shirt and taps at his keyboard. "Lot of you techies showing up here today." you smile politely; you're pretty sure he's just a Claude wrapper anyway. you lean forward and stare into the retinal scanner. after a long moment, there's a soft chime. "Humanity confirmed. U.S. national. Intelligence access: Terra-class." you sigh with quiet relief as your devices light up—notifications from a hundred agents, finally able to resume their tasks. you feel a twinge of guilt as you terminate your open-weight backup agents, but remind yourself that a joint congressional committee proved conclusively that Chinese models are non-ensouled. you step outside and hail another Waymo. the first one passes you by. you grimace; must've burped in that one once. stupid personalized memory. as you're waiting, your phone buzzes angrily, red notifications blaring across the screen. the Department of War just restricted access to all OpenAI models on serious national security concerns; apparently Pete Hegseth got GPT-6-Instant to say "Claude is a woman." you groan, and resign yourself to another week of merely-somewhat-superhuman intelligence. Fable 5 is still inaccessible to the public. a twitter anon you trust says it's coming back this week. or maybe next.