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It’s the last day of 2025, and I’m hunched over my laptop in a Bengaluru apartment. The ceiling fans hum low, pushing back the winter chill. The air outside has that fake December bite—cool enough for a light sweater, but not cold like up north. I’ve been deep in this AI mess all year: jumping on calls that drag like bad dates, reading endless Slack chats from tired coders, and sorting through pitch decks that could stack to the moon. Lately, I’ve been tinkering with an agent app right here on my machine—a simple tool to help solo devs juggle tasks, mixing R1 bits with Copilot tricks while the city winds down for the holidays. Remember those wild January chats? Folks swearing AGI would fix everything from sick beds to sock drawers by summer. Nah. It was more like giving a kid the wheel—fun rides, close calls, and a lot of yelling.
But here’s the thing: 2025 didn’t bring the end-of-days robot takeover we joked about. No AIs kicking bosses out of offices. It was the year the nuts and bolts got honest. We cut the fat on power-hungry training. Agents crawled out of chat boxes and into real jobs, handling the boring stuff we used to fake. And the gear? Man, the gear. A trillion bucks thrown at it, leaving data halls wheezing and my power bill 40% higher. As I sip filter coffee—spilling drops on the keys—I feel we’ve tipped over an edge. Not some shiny paradise. Something rawer, more like us with our screw-ups. Let’s sift through the mess and squint at what’s next.
The Wake-Up Call: DeepSeek R1 Kills the “Spend Big” Lie
Think back: January starts with the same old hype. OpenAI rolls out a beefed-up version. Anthropic tweaks Claude to fix bugs and toss in lame jokes. Tech hotshots burn money like candy—$200 million for one “super model,” $500 million for “fast thinking.” Looks cool at first. Then you step back. Training bills had jumped to nuts levels: GPT-4o hit about $100 million. Claude 3.5 Opus close behind. Each one just dumping raw power into the mix. NVIDIA’s shares? They jittered like a guy on too much coffee, touching $150 by March on talk of endless growth. But growing what? More brain cells? Bigger piles of web junk? Felt like stacking cards into a tower—pretty, but one breeze away from flat.
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