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On Thursday, July 23rd, I resigned from OpenAI. On the 24th, I started as a Founding Researcher at Conduit. We're building telepathy: thought-to-text models, trained on non-invasive neural data. My prediction: In a couple years, the main way we'll talk with our AIs is with our thoughts. They will not be a super-smart automated intern or coworker that you desperately try to keep up with. They will be a natural, joyful extension of you. I wrote down vignettes of this future below. I view them as optimistic but highly plausible. I put a band around my head, and open my laptop at Conduit. It’s 9 am. My device pairs with my laptop over Bluetooth. I open, without loss of generality, Codex. I think about the day's work as I look at my code, review yesterday's notes, and prepare for our 9:30 am standup. My GPT-7 agent has been chugging away at the new encoder I’ve been exploring for over a day now. I look at its work. I become confused by the plot labels, annoyed at the AI-speak in its first paragraph, and curious about the symbols in the equations. My vague thoughts get sent to Conduit's model, which uses its priors over language and the kinds of things I might say to output: The plot, paragraphs, and notation each took me 10 seconds to glance over. I have auto-send on, so after each 10-second chunk, the Conduit model deciphers my thoughts and sends it to GPT-7, which assigns each incoming task to a subagent. I look at the new plot, paragraph, and equations. I wonder whether spherical harmonics might be useful after all; Codex spins off a subagent. Convinced by the plot, I decide to make a quick slideshow with a prettified version showing only the baseline and top two lines, to show my teammates; Codex spins off a subagent. I make myself coffee. My thoughts are mostly empty, but I briefly recall what I want to say to the candidate I’m getting lunch with tomorrow. In the background, Codex is prompted to think about info I might want for the lunch chat, and decides that updating the synthetic data scaling plot before showing it off would be prudent; Codex spins off a subagent. I'm not saying words really loudly in my head while getting coffee. I just read the plots as I normally do, and make coffee as I normally do. It feels like magic.