Uncanny valley memoir5/21/2023 ![]() There was no room to grow, and after three years the voyeuristic thrill of answering someone else’s phone had worn thin. I thought, every day, about applying to graduate school. Everyone trusted it anyway.īut the corners seemed to be coming up. The cloud was an unmarked data center in the middle of Texas or Cork or Bavaria, but nobody cared. Self-driving cars were considered inevitable. ![]() Artificial intelligence and virtual reality were coming into vogue, again. Two hundred million people signed on to a microblogging platform that helped them feel close to celebrities and other strangers they’d loathe in real life. ![]() A social network everyone said they hated but no one could stop logging in to went public at a valuation of one-hundred-odd billion dollars, its grinning founder ringing the opening bell over video chat, a death knell for affordable rent in San Francisco. Depending on whom you ask, it was either the apex, the inflection point, or the beginning of the end for Silicon Valley’s startup scene-what cynics called a bubble, optimists called the future, and my future coworkers, high on the fumes of world-historical potential, breathlessly called the ecosystem. ![]()
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