March 29, 2023.
I'm at a press conference to announce the open letter for a 6-month pause on large AI models. I’m a signatory, along with countless others. In normal circumstances, I would have posted on social media that I was here. But I’m no longer disclosing my location in real time.
This diary is about why, how it all came to be, and where it’s going.
April 11, 2023.
Someone believes my story is important, helped me escape the San Francisco Bay Area, and protects me. I arrived at their shelter in a small town far away from Silicon Valley. A bed, a nightstand, a handful of dishes. The basics. My backpack splayed open, the little clothes I brought arranged in piles on the floor.I forwent my other travel plans and stopped responding to my friends' texts, not knowing what to say. I hope that some of them will still be there when this story concludes.
It started with a party at the home of the co-founder of a billion-dollar AI company in San Francisco.
The next post comes out within a week.