Vera John-Steiner

Foreword

By Edo Segal

The collaboration I almost failed to name was the one happening right in front of me.

Not the one with Claude. That partnership announced itself with force — the orange pill moment, the cognitive shift, the permanent expansion of what felt possible. I wrote a whole book about it.

The collaboration I kept overlooking was the one with Uri and Raanan on that stone path in Princeton. The one with the engineer in Trivandrum whose two decades of embodied intuition turned out to be exactly what made Claude worth using. The one with my son at dinner, when he asked a question I could not answer, and the not-answering was the most important thing I modeled that night.

I had been swimming in collaboration my entire life and calling