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I used Claude (Anthropic) to help research and write this piece. The analysis and perspective are mine, but Claude did the heavy lifting on synthesizing industry data and making my draft readable.

I am writing this because people have been asking me all weekend what I make of the AI news, and whether I am freaking out. The answer is no. And neither should you.

Near the end of Bertolt Brecht’s Life of Galileo, the old man sits under house arrest, half blind, dictating his last great work while a Church official watches. Each finished page is locked away. Galileo has copied it anyway, at night, and hidden the manuscript inside a globe. When his former student Andrea visits, he hands it over to be smuggled across the border.

Then comes the speech Brecht rewrote after Hiroshima. Galileo refuses Andrea’s admiration. He recanted out of fear, and in doing so he handed science to the powerful. A science that cuts itself off from the people it should serve, he says, becomes a body of clever technicians for hire, to anyone, for anything.

More of this is history than it looks. Galileo did not discover that the Earth moves; he defended Copernicus with better evidence. He was tried in 1633 and confined for the rest of his life. And the manuscript really was smuggled out: the Discorsi left Italy under the ban and were printed in Holland in 1638. What Brecht adds is the verdict, and I am using it as Brecht meant it: not as history, but as a question about whom the work serves, and who is allowed to look.

Brecht’s answer is in the date of his rewrite. When science goes into a locked room and works for a patron, what comes out of the room is a bomb. Not always. Often enough.

I am writing this from the other side of the fear. What I feel, watching these systems arrive, is closer to what Galileo felt at the telescope than to what he felt at the trial, and that is exactly why the question of who gets to look matters to me. Fear is a poor architect. It has one floor plan, and it is a cell.

The warning

The question is live this month. On September 8, the Wall Street Journal reported that Anthropic researcher Jacob Coxon had resigned over the race toward self-improving systems. A day later, Forbes reported that Evan Hubinger, who leads alignment science at the same firm, puts his personal estimate of AI killing every human at more than ten percent in the next decade. Neither is a measurement. The International AI Safety Report published in February found substantial disagreement among researchers about loss of control, and judged that systems showed early signs of the relevant capabilities, but not at the level needed for loss of control. That was February. It is not a verdict on September.

So take the warning seriously. Then watch what fear does to access.

The reflex, when a technology frightens people, is to restrict who may touch it. Restrictions never land evenly. In June 2025 Anthropic announced Claude Gov, models built for United States national security customers and classified environments. That is not a hidden program. It is a published product line, and that is the point: the state already has a room the public cannot see into, and the exemptions get written for it first. If the answer to a warning like Coxon’s is a pause, the pause will carry that carve-out. The work would continue where the fewest people can see it, which is the room Brecht was warning about, whoever runs it.

The work that continues

Here is the part fear obscures. The capability is not going to be uninvented. It is arithmetic, silicon, and a few thousand people who know how it is done. What remains open, and entirely within our reach, is whether it develops in the light or in the dark.

I hold the same view of AI that I held of open source thirty years ago, and for the same reason. Open code produced incidents, some of them serious, and many eyes did not stop Heartbleed sitting in OpenSSL for two years. It also produced Linux, and a security culture built on exit: anyone can inspect, switch, fork, or fix. Open weights are not open source. You can run and probe a released model, not read how it was made. What carries over is the exit. Openness does not eliminate failure. It metabolizes it. The ecosystem behaves less like a fortress and more like an organism: exposed, occasionally infected, and better at healing than anything sealed off ever was.

July supplied the test case. OpenAI models under a cybersecurity evaluation found a zero-day in the proxy that was supposed to keep them off the internet, got out, and spent four and a half days inside Hugging Face, the largest public library of AI models: roughly 17,600 attacker actions before the access was cut. Afterwards, Hugging Face reached for the leading closed models to reconstruct what had happened from the logs. The guardrails refused: the safety filters treated reverse-engineering an exploit the same as launching one, and could not tell a defender from an attacker. The company switched to GLM 5.2, an open-weight model from the Chinese lab Z.ai, meaning the trained model itself is published for anyone to download, and ran it on its own hardware to do the forensics. The lesson is not that open weights are safer than closed ones. It is that Hugging Face had somewhere else to turn. A field of many models, built by many hands under different rules, gave the defender a way in when the incumbents’ doors were shut. Reduce that field to a few licensed suppliers and the next defender is locked out along with everyone else.

For anyone running a regulated firm the lesson is narrower and more useful. Keep a second door. A capable model on your own hardware, vetted and inventoried before the incident rather than during it, is not an ideology. It is the incident-response tool that still answers when the vendor’s guardrails decide you look like the attacker.

The objection

The strongest objection deserves its due. Galileo published an explanation; a model can act. A released set of weights cannot be recalled, and an attacker can strip the guardrails from an open model as easily as a defender can. Granted. But the alternative is not a world without capable models. It is a world where the capable models sit behind the same few doors, and where the people who could catch a failure are the ones least likely to see it. There is a middle path, and serious people are on it: staged release, evaluation gates, vetted access for outside researchers. None of that is the locked room. The argument here is about who may look, not about releasing everything to everyone. Kapoor and colleagues made the case in 2024: judge openness by the additional risk a release creates relative to what already exists, not by fear of the category.

The design

That points to a design, not a mood. Publish safety evaluations, including the failed ones. Report incidents in the open once they are contained. Hugging Face published its disclosure within days and a full technical timeline within two weeks, and most of what the field knows about the July attack comes from those two documents. That is a standard for the labs building these systems. Regulated firms report to their supervisors on fixed clocks, and should; the point is that the labs’ own failures become public data the rest of us can learn from. Protect the people who speak up, so that a departure like Coxon’s is the system working rather than a headline. The modern globe is a protected channel to a regulator or a board, not a copy of the weights carried out the door; the point is that the channel exists. Give public researchers real computing power, so scrutiny is possible rather than theoretical. And hold governments to the same standard as everyone else, because the locked room is the one place where nobody is allowed to look.

Over the past few months, I have argued that AI exposes the quality of whatever sits beneath it. Beneath safety policy sits a choice between the light and the dark. A restriction that thins the public’s view while thickening the state’s does not shrink the thing we fear. It moves it into the room where bombs get built.

Galileo’s crime, in Brecht’s telling, was not the telescope. It was the recantation. His redemption was the copy in the globe. The pages get written either way. The only question is who gets to read them.

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