I didn't make any slides.
Ed reaches into his pocket, Pulls out his phone.
Here we go.
Ten whole minutes, reading every line.
Nobody knew if this was genius, Or perfectly improvised.
The seven giant labs, A trillion dollar illusion.
The bubble's growing, The bubble's coming down.
Open A, anthropic, Maybe they're first, maybe they're next.
The room gets quiet, everyone wonders, Should we panic?
Prepare yourselves!
Ed declares the crash is coming.
Someone asks,
So Ed, how are you preparing?
I'm all ready, bro.
Gold in a drawer, solar on the roof.
A little farmhouse, some chickens running free.
Less scrolling, more sunshine, Less prediction, more planting seeds.
Maybe he's wrong, maybe he's early, Maybe nothing crashes at all.
But every room needs one person Brave enough to ask,
What if we're all missing something?
Because technology is incredible, But wisdom still matters.
Curiosity needs skepticism, Optimism needs balance.
Use generative AI, Build amazing things.
Question bold claims, Think for yourself.
Trust, but verify.
Try, learn, but observe.
And when the screen goes dark, The sun still rises.
The garden still grows, Friends still gather.
Life goes on.
Maybe the future isn't choosing Technology or nature.
Maybe it's remembering To keep both.
One last sip of coffee, One last smile,
One more conversation.