Ulrich Beck

Foreword

By Edo Segal

The risk I failed to account for was the one I was producing.

Not the risk of AI going wrong. I had thought about that plenty — hallucinations, job displacement, the usual catalog of fears that populate every conference panel. I had answers for those. Frameworks. Mitigations. Slides with reassuring arrows pointing toward managed outcomes.

The risk I missed was quieter. It was baked into the success, not the failure. Every time Claude helped me ship faster, every time my team compressed a quarter's work into a week, every time the friction between my intention and its realization collapsed to the width of a conversation — something else was being produced alongside the capability. A byproduct. Invisible, accumulating, and structurally inseparable from