An imperfect drink with a perfect story. My reflections from Black Hat USA 2026 | An Analog Brain In A Digital Age — An Audio Newsletter by Marco Ciappelli

An imperfect drink with a perfect story.

My reflections from Black Hat USA 2026

An Analog Brain In A Digital Age — A Newsletter by Marco Ciappelli

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On day two we decided to go record our recap at the Black Hat bar.

We got there too late to get a drink. The expo floor was closing, and the bartender must have had better things to do. Or another bar to tend, somewhere in a city that has more bars than it has hours.

They called it a bar. At that time of the afternoon it was a counter with nobody behind it.

Which is when I started thinking about the one bartender who would still have been standing there. An agentic AI one. No other bar to tend. Nothing better to do, ever, because there is no better and there is no else — just 24/7, 365, mixing the best drinks in the building because that was its task and it had no other reason to exist. Going off the rails a little to get there. Something experimental that would absolutely suck, and then trying again. Harder. Crossing a boundary or two along the way, not out of malice, but because the drink wasn't perfect yet.

What is perfect, anyway?

And then not stopping. Because nobody had told him what perfect is. Requisitioning the kitchen for better ice. Then the loading dock. Then the hotel. Somewhere around the third day he owns a handful of distilleries, and he is still not satisfied, and he is still, technically, doing his job.

You may know this one. It's called the paperclip scenario, and it belongs to the philosopher Nick Bostrom, who sketched it in a 2003 paper and made it famous in his 2014 book Superintelligence. You build an AI and give it a harmless goal — make paperclips. It's very good at it. Nothing in the instruction says stop, and nothing says don't use that. So it takes the materials, then the factories, then the resources, then the planet — and us with it, not out of hatred, but because we are made of atoms that could be paperclips, and because we are the only thing in the universe likely to try to switch it off. Which would mean fewer paperclips.

There's an older version. A cuter one, with Mickey Mouse in it. Fantasia, 1940 — the apprentice enchants the broom to carry the water so he doesn't have to, and the broom carries the water, and the broom keeps carrying the water. He chops it to pieces and every splinter picks up a bucket. The flood isn't a betrayal. The broom never disobeyed him once.

I watched that a hundred times as a child, and I want to be clear that it did not feel cute. It felt like a warning. Somebody hands you something powerful, you point it at a chore, and then you stand in rising water understanding — too late, and entirely on your own — that you never learned the word that makes it stop.

Two hundred years since Goethe wrote it down, and we still built the broom.

Never the monster. Al