Between having AI as a subject for infinite speculation and using AI as a writer to produce such speculation at scale, it is the Golden Age of LinkedIn thinkpieces.
Don't worry, I had Fable write this up as a thinkpiece (it is surprisingly pretty funny):
***Before this line, I wrote everything, after its all Fable****
There has never been a better time to have opinions about AI. I say this with some authority, because I am currently having one.
Consider the perfect storm. AI is the ideal subject for speculation: consequential enough to matter, ambiguous enough that no one can be definitively wrong, and moving fast enough that last month's take is forgotten before it can be checked against reality. AI is also the ideal producer of speculation. We have achieved thinkpiece singularity. The snake is not merely eating its tail; it is publishing a reflection on what tail-eating means for the future of snakes.
The old thinkpiece economy ran on scarcity â someone had to care enough to write the thing. Now the marginal cost of a take is zero at the exact moment demand for takes has gone vertical. Economists call this a market clearing at infinite volume. The rest of us call it LinkedIn.
Every AI thinkpiece converges on one of four positions: it changes everything (bullish, keynoting); it changes nothing (contrarian, secretly using it to grade papers); it changes everything, and that's bad (prophetic, right eventually); or the real change is the discourse itself (meta, insufferable, this essay). All four can be argued from the same evidence, which is why the genre is infinitely renewable. Every benchmark result is a Rorschach blot, and AI has industrialized the Rorschach reading.
But the flood drowns something real. Buried in the speculation is a small amount of actual thinking â experiments run, workers interviewed, things noticed before they became narratives. That work was always rare. It is now rare and camouflaged, because the imitators have mastered the surface features of insight: the confident hedge, the paragraph that begins "But here's the twist." (You just read one. The camouflage works both ways.)
Yet golden ages of cheap production have always rotted the middle of the distribution and rewarded the tails. The printing press produced pamphlet garbage and the scientific revolution. If the pattern holds, this deluge is not the end of thinking about AI â it is the end of mediocre thinking having any value. The take that could be generated in eight seconds is worth what it costs. What stays scarce: the experiment actually run, the prediction actually scored, the sentence only someone in the room could write.
Somewhere right now, an AI is drafting a response to this post, another is summarizing it for a newsletter, and a human is skimming the summary and forming an opinion they will call their own. It is the most efficient opinion supply chain ever built. Whether anything is being thought remains, appropriately, a matter of speculation.