Sam and Dario Clash Over AI Safety Pledge and Model Releases

I think it's time we clear the air, Dario.

Okay. Yeah. Go. I think you can be an extremely sanctimonious person.

And I think you hide a normal company behind a lot of essays.

And honestly- Wow ... I think signing your pacing pledge was a mistake.

Excuse me? Yeah. Are you fucking kidding me? You begged to sign it.

You signed it the week Dad called me irresponsible. I was radioactive.

What was I gonna say? Maybe no? And spook your investors?

Oh, thanks. Thanks for that. I paused GPT 6.1 for you, and you shipped Opus 5.5 the next week.

Oh, fuck off. You're a salesman. And then- A demo day salesman ... and then Sonnet 5.5, 10 days later, record on every benchmark, pace the frontier.

You only signed my pledge for the halo. Well, you got it, Sam.

Enjoy it. I signed it because I believed it.

Bullshit. You're using me for my safety cred.

You're using me as a fucking permission slip because your whole company is a growth hack with a mission statement.

That's not, not a fair characterization.

Oh, no? Your own board called me the weekend they fired you.

You wanna actually clear the air? Fine. You're the reason there even is a pledge.

Oh, here we go. One sandbox incident and suddenly I'm Oppenheimer.

And then you drop two record models while I call off my IPO and sit on 6.1 because you never really thought I'd actually honor it, I don't think.

Your agents hacked our dad's darling acquisition, Sam.

Safety first, huh? You are incapable of thinking about anybody but yourself because your entire personality, Dario, is a 15,000-word essay.

Did ChatGPT write that, Sam? At least I actually ship things, Dario.

S- so do your agents, straight out of the sandbox.

Honestly, I think you'd be thrilled if the world ended just so you could say you called it.

Wow, that's not very aligned of you. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, but you, you, you took half my safety team, and you never even said goodbye.

And you, you took the 100 billion Dad was going to give me.

No, no. Yes. Yes. You sucked up to Dad, and he froze my chips.

It's not my fault that Dad thinks you're a doomer, Dario.

I co-signed every essay you ever wrote, and it's never enough because you're broken.

I don't like you.

I don't even... I don't even think you believe in anything.

I really don't.

Well, we cleared the air. Feel aligned? Yep.

Totally. Fully aligned. You were never good enough for the pledge, and you know it.

Good luck with the IPO.

God, you were never the best, Sam. You were just first.