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272 pages, Hardcover
First published April 8, 2025
It is difficult to get a man to understand something, when his salary depends on his not understanding it— Upton Sinclair
when I questioned Nvidia executives about the wisdom of unleashing such power, they looked at me like I was questioning the utility of the washing machine... I wondered if someday soon an AI might become self-aware. “In order for you to be a creature, you have to be conscious. You have to have some knowledge of self, right?” Huang said. “So no. I don’t know where that could happen.”
I brought up Geoffrey Hinton’s worries. Huang scoffed: “A lot of researchers don’t understand why he’s saying that. Maybe it’s bringing attention to his own work.”
...He began to lecture me in the voice that one would use with a wayward teenager. He’d placed high expectations in me, he said, and I had disappointed him. I had wasted his time; I had wasted everyone’s time; the whole project of the book was now called into question. The interview was attended by two of Jensen’s PR reps, but neither made any attempt to intervene—they weren’t about to draw fire... His anger seemed uncontained, omnidirectional, and wildly inappropriate. I was not Jensen’s employee, and he had nothing to gain from raging at me. He just seemed tired of being asked about the negative aspects of the tools he was building. He thought the question was stupid, and he had been asked it one too many times.
“This cannot be a ridiculous sci-fi story,” he said. He gestured to his frozen PR reps at the end of the table. “Do you guys understand? I didn’t grow up on a bunch of sci-fi stories, and this is not a sci-fi movie. These are serious people doing serious work!” he said. “This company is not a manifestation of Star Trek! We are not doing those things! We are serious people, doing serious work. And—it’s just a serious company, and I’m a serious person, just doing serious work.”
For the next twenty minutes, in a tone that alternated among accusatory, exasperated, and belittling, Jensen questioned my professionalism, questioned my interview approach, questioned my dedication to the project...
Looking back, it became clear to me that Jensen had wanted to lose his temper; he’d made a conscious decision to thrash me. Once the performance had started, his fury was genuine, but it was all in service of a larger point he wanted to make. It wasn’t just that Jensen didn’t read science fiction—it was that he actually hated science fiction. He was a serious man...
I recalled, too, with sudden clarity, how disinclined those same executives had been to discuss the potential future implications of the technology they were building, a disinclination that I sensed spilled over into discomfort and even fear. Now I saw where the fear was coming from. The executives were more afraid of Jensen yelling at them than they were of wiping out the human race.
Surely, I countered, a superior intelligence could be dangerous. Our own
species, through agriculture, animal husbandry, mineral extraction, and urbanization, had transformed the surface of the planet, decimating or even eliminating all competing species...
“I feel like we get stuck in science fiction perspectives a little bit too often,” Catanzaro said. He leaned back in his chair, and I got a good look at the large owl embroidered on the front of his sweater. “AI isn’t going to be interested in zero-sum games with us because there’s so much more to do in this universe. For example, if an artificial intelligence is trying to build a huge data center—it doesn’t want to put it where the humans live. It wants to put it somewhere else, maybe underground. Do you know how much space there is underground?”
Catanzaro was uncorked now—I sensed that he didn’t often get to share this perspective at his job. “It doesn’t need to inhabit this biosphere. In fact, it doesn’t need to be on the Earth, either, because the thing about artificial intelligence is that it travels at the speed of light. Humans, you know, we actually have to lug bodies around. Artificial intelligence can move along a radio signal as long as there’s an antenna on the other side...
“Humans are naturally confrontational—like, we’re territorial animals, and it’s built into our limbic
system to defend our turf... AI, if it’s truly intelligent, the things that it’s interested in are so much bigger than the little thin crust of Earth that the humans live on. I don’t think that it’s going to be interested in taking that from us. Rather, I feel like AI is going to want to take care of us.”
Syukuro Manabe, the scientist who won the 2021 Nobel Prize in Physics for showing that trace amounts of carbon dioxide would trap heat in the atmosphere, had arrived at this conclusion in the late 1960s after fashioning a primitive simulation of Earth with an IBM computer that weighed seventy tons and drew as much power as ten city blocks. Using exponentially more powerful computers in the 1980s, NASA scientists had correctly predicted a coming rise in Earth’s average temperature of several degrees Fahrenheit, even though the empirical trend at the time had looked flat. These simulations also predicted that as the planet warmed, the upper atmosphere would cool down, causing atmospheric layers to pancake as heat was trapped near the surface... Almost all of what we understand about climate change is the product of powerful, energy-hungry supercomputers. Scientists had been running climate models on Nvidia hardware since the late 2000s
The building interiors were immaculate; I imagined firing the gun from Portal at the walls. As I later learned, Nvidia tracks employees throughout the building with video cameras and AI. If an employee eats a meal at a conference table, the AI will dispatch a janitor within an hour to clean up after him. A human janitor, for now
With a near-monopoly on the hardware, Huang is arguably the most powerful person in AI
The genetic connection between Huang and Su was somewhat faint. Huang’s mother had come from a large family and had at least eleven older siblings. One of those siblings was Su’s grandfather; technically speaking, this made the two executives first cousins, once removed. While he was growing up, Huang hadn’t been aware of Su’s existence and learned she was his relative only after she was named AMD’s CEO.
In early 2024, an administrator at CalTech’s data center told me that the school’s wait time for delivery on an H100 chip was almost eighteen months. He had encouraged professors at the school to switch to other providers but found few willing to accept. “They’d rather wait for the hardware than switch away from CUDA,” he said. It was all this code that made Nvidia hard to compete against. Upstarts might design a new chip, but that wasn’t enough—Dwight Diercks, Nvidia’s head of software engineering, had ten thousand programmers working for him. “We’re really a software company; that’s the thing people don’t understand,”
In 1994 Dahl unveiled Jellyfish, the first neural net ever sold to the public. Jellyfish had trained on many millions of backgammon games, but despite this intensive computational process, the finished product was small enough to fit on a 3.5-inch floppy disk, which Dahl sold via his primitive website. In this way an early distinction was established between the
cumbersome training stage of AI, which was how the computer learned, and the inference stage, which was how the computer deployed its knowledge... He had selected the name “Jellyfish” as an homage to the ancient aquatic cnidarian whose “nerve net” controlled its systems of stimulus and response. His program “had only about a hundred brain cells, which I figured was about on par with the jellyfish".
"...It is the story of a stubborn entrepreneur who pushed his radical vision for computing for thirty years, in the process becoming one of the wealthiest men alive. It is the story of a revolution in silicon and the small group of renegade engineers who defied Wall Street to make it happen. And it is the story of the birth of an awesome and terrifying new category of artificial intelligence, whose long-term implications for the human species cannot be known.
At the center of this story is a propulsive, mercurial, brilliant, and extraordinarily dedicated man. His name is Jensen Huang, and his thirty-two-year tenure is the longest of any technology CEO in the S&P 500.
Huang is a visionary inventor whose familiarity with the inner workings of electronic circuitry approaches a kind of intimacy. He reasons from first principles about what microchips can do today, then gambles with great conviction on what they will do tomorrow. He does not always win, but when he does, he wins big: his early, all-in bet on AI was one of the best investments in Silicon Valley history. Huang’s company, Nvidia, is today worth more than $3 trillion, rivaling both Apple and Microsoft in value."
"I found Huang to be an elusive subject, in some ways the most difficult I’ve ever reported on. He hates talking about himself and once responded to one of my questions by physically running away. Before this book was commissioned, I had written a magazine profile of Huang for The New Yorker. Huang told me he hadn’t read it, and had no intention of ever doing so. Informed that I was writing a biography of him, he responded, “I hope I die before it comes out.”