George Kubler

Foreword

By Edo Segal

The question I stopped asking was the one that mattered most: not what I was building, but where it fell.

For months after the orange pill hit — after that winter of 2025 when Claude Code crossed the threshold and everything accelerated — I measured progress the way every builder measures it. Artifacts shipped. Features deployed. Prototypes that worked. The dashboard was green. The velocity was unprecedented. Twenty engineers in Trivandrum, each producing what entire teams used to produce. Station built in thirty days. This book drafted on a transatlantic flight.

I was filling. Filling fast, filling well, filling with a joy that bordered on compulsion. And I never once stopped to ask whether the space I was filling needed filling, or whether a different space needed