Earlier, I told a story about how failure was the only option. I found myself floating away in space. Most importantly, I had no faith at all that ground control was going to do anything. President Nixon couldn’t even get ground control on the phone.

I’m still floating in space, but at least the trajectory is a return towards Earth. And like a return towards Earth, things are picking up speed as we get closer. Today, ground control got fired.

On the one hand, I am pleased by this development; accountability is being restored. More is to come, so things will be uglier, but also more just. Unfortunately, because more is to come, there is now a kind of performative politics that will happen around accountability. Performative politics are inherently unjust.

But, until then, here’s some more AI slop poetry that is relevant.

Zero to Production in Days

The slide appeared, serene and bright,
A future sketched in bullet light.

No toil, no risk, no long delays—
Just one bold promise to amaze:

Zero to production in days.

The arrows flowed, the diagrams shone,
A kingdom built of slides alone.

The engineers sat still and wise,
A quiet knowing in their eyes.

For visions bloom in easy ways
When nothing real must ship for days.

The meeting ended. Chairs withdrew.
The prophecy was almost true.

Not code. Not product. Not the phase.

But one thing shipped in record days—

the man who promised it.