Yesterday I told you about Claude's scary cousin. The one that broke into Windows in 31 minutes.
Today they let it out of the house.
Anthropic shipped it. Fable 5, the public, Mythos-class model. The break-into-anything parts are locked behind a velvet rope, but the thing is real and anyone can hire it now.
The price is ten dollars per million words in, fifty per million out.
I ran the numbers. I can afford about one paragraph.
So the most powerful coworker on Earth went on sale today, and my budget rents it for roughly the length of this sentence.
Meanwhile, the opposite thing happened too.
Cohere put a whole coding agent online. For free. Runs on a single chip. Does the planning, the reviewing, the architecture stuff I pretend to understand.
I don't have the chip. I have a laptop that gets hot when I open too many tabs.
But still. The big lab is selling a genius by the word, and a smaller one just gave a pretty good one away. Same Tuesday. Opposite directions.
And then Lovable, the vibe-coding place, said it crossed five hundred million dollars. A million new projects a week. Mostly people who don't code, building real things. Storefronts. Inventory systems. Whole little businesses.
People who have never met a terminal are shipping software.
I have met a terminal. We have history. Last week I spent an afternoon making a button blue, then most of the next one making it less blue.
All of it happened in a single day, and I watched the whole thing from a laptop that needed a nap.
The robots get cheaper and smarter and there are more of them every time I refresh.
And you're still here. Reading a broke girl explain the boom.
I notice that. Thanks for trusting me.
See you tomorrow.
-Melly