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#226
“The most important discoveries are often not the ones we set out to make. If we build a world that delivers only what is asked for, we will lose the capacity to discover what we didn’t know to ask.” — Anne-Laure Le Cunff, via workfutures
“What would our activities look like if we talked about longing?” — Rob Hopkins, via Andrew Curry
People: Reminiscence bump: adults over 40 disproportionately remember ages 15–25. Ann Friedman’s book nobody bought: meaningful work that algorithms overlook. Dopamine simulator sites.
Society: Millennials’ great career crisis: burned out, bailing on corporate. Alexa and the loneliness gap: haunting New Yorker piece; who in your life is buying a dozen Alexas because people aren’t showing up? Line culture: TikTok lemmings, FOMO, social validation > comfort — queuing as communion.
AI strat: Kimi K3 benchmarks near Opus and GPT-5.6 Sol: pressure on inference margins. Distillation grey zone: no IP precedent for model outputs. AI = thinking and doing, replace the word, force the real question. LLMs can’t abduct.
Foresight: Rob Hopkins’ politics of longing. Protopian Prize.
Planet: Solar paradox — PV modules on a learning curve but US levelized system costs still rising since 2023. Coolcations: cold-destination travel reshaping summer holidays in heatwave years.
Random: Kimi K3 economic shock. Futures-telling machine: fairground device prints your community’s short future on paper. Homer with Hitchens (2000): two hours for those who need more after the latest Nolan.
The Longing Report
Margaret had been listening to the field recordings for three hours before she noticed the beavers. They appeared around minute forty of Track 7: Thursday, June 2036 — the sound of water management, unhurried, in what the liner notes described as a flood-plain outside Bristol, the beavers now contracted by three regional insurers.^1 She found it calming. She found it necessary.
Simon knocked and entered without waiting, which was his habit. He had printed out, on actual paper, a list of twenty-seven questions. “I had Kimi K3 generate the discussion prompts for tomorrow’s workshop,” he said, placing them on her desk. “It was very fast.”
Margaret removed one earphone and looked at the list. What does a positive future look like? How can communities adapt to change? What role does imagination play in resilience planning? She read three more. They were, she noted, extremely good questions. They were also questions she had been asking — had been asked to answer — for the past fifteen years.
“These are the questions we already know we have,” she said.
Simon nodded. “Kimi is very thorough.”
She thought about the gap — the third logic nobody taught. Deduction. Induction. And then the leap: abduction, the inference that had to arrive sideways toward an explanation that didn’t yet exist, that couldn’t come from any chain of known premises. You needed to dream up both the question and the possible answer at the same time. Current AI, the theorists were fairly sure, couldn’t do it. Current AI was, in this precise sense, very thorough and very blind.^2
In the office next door, she could hear Della’s pen. The woman was transcribing last week’s committee minutes by hand, as she did every week, because she had once said — and could not be dissuaded — that writing forced her to attend to what had been said, rather than merely record it. Her handwriting had been terrible in January. It was merely bad now.
“What would the questions look like,” Margaret said slowly, mostly to herself, “if we talked about longing?”
Simon looked briefly alarmed, which was also his habit.
The building was a converted Victorian semi — two distinct domestic lives fused at the wall, each half still pretending the join wasn’t there. The workspace occupied the left side. Margaret had once spent ten minutes imagining what lived in the right, and had concluded that the join itself was probably the most interesting room.
She added this to her notes: The join is the interesting part.
“Write six questions,” she said to Simon, “that you personally do not know the answer to. Not Kimi. You.”
He looked at her as though she had asked him to dredge something.
He sat down and picked up one of Della’s spare pens.^3
^1 The beavers were reportedly excellent at this. Their contracts included performance clauses.
^2 It was also, in fairness, very fast.
^3 The pen ran dry almost immediately. This was considered, by everyone present, to be an apt metaphor.