It’s Sunday, and I am captivated by two things simultaneously. On one screen, the eighth rewatch of a television series I have been analyzing scene by scene. On the other, the agentic workspace where I have spent four months immersed in my computer, building and expanding my knowledge of agentic infrastructure. On the easel between them: a white water bottle, black cap, one word lettered by hand in oil. MORE. Block caps, plain, all impact and loud. The bottle is a prop held by Ilya in an opening scene of episode one. He mouths the word in that same scene. Easy to miss if one isn’t watching with intention. I missed it, through four rewatches. I have not looked away since.

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