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Maltbook, Clawdbot, and the Gray Goo Phase of Innovation
This Is What the Middle Always Looks Like There’s a phase every transformative technology goes through that makes people deeply uncomfortable — especially people seeing it up close for the first time. It’s the phase where the foundational work is done, the guardrails come off, and the thing gets dropped into the open world. Not polished. Not secured. Not fully understood. Just working enough to be dangerous. That’s where we are right now with agentic AI. What you’re seeing w

Rich Washburn
2 hours ago4 min read


Power, Responsibility, and Why Clawbot Is a Warning Shot
We keep looking for the wrong monster. Whenever AI risk comes up, the conversation immediately drifts toward science fiction — sentience, rebellion, Skynet moments where the machine “wakes up” and decides humanity is inefficient. It’s dramatic, it’s familiar, and it conveniently pushes the danger into an abstract future. That’s not what’s happening. The real risk with AI is not that it becomes conscious. It’s that we are handing powerful systems real authority in real environ

Rich Washburn
2 days ago3 min read


Where the Rubber Meets the Road
There was a lot of noise coming out of Davos this year.Big ideas. Big timelines. Big futures. But one comment stuck with me in a very different way. When Dario Amodei talked about being six to twelve months away from recursive self-improvement, it wasn’t the sci-fi implication that grabbed me. It was the mundanity of it. Because if he’s right — and I think he probably is — this won’t feel dramatic at all to most people. It’ll feel… normal. You Won’t Know It’s Happening (An

Rich Washburn
2 days ago3 min read


The Red Couch Is Mine — and So Is the Lesson 🤔
You know that old story about the woman in the flood? She’s on the roof praying, convinced God will save her. A guy comes by in a boat and says, “Hop in.” She says, “No, I’m waiting—God will save me.” Then another boat. Then a helicopter. Same answer. And when it’s all over, she’s basically like, “Lord, why didn’t you save me?” And the reply is something like: I sent you a boat, and another boat, and a helicopter—what did you think I was doing? I’m not trying to get preachy h

Rich Washburn
Jan 203 min read
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