The corrected map of all nine teams, the mechanism the room converged on — and, at the end, the audit of my own predictions.
The masterclass asked one question: when AI makes software cheap, who gets the profits? Fifty executives, nine teams, ninety minutes. Here is what the nine teams committed to, rebuilt from the cards exactly as written.
Why five teams were missing on June 11, resolved: the v3.2 taxonomy update changed the engine's moat vocabulary, but the database's check constraint still enforced the old one — every placement labeled cornered, branding, process, network or counter was rejected at write time, silently. The four that persisted were scale and switching: the only two keys both vocabularies shared. The integrity constraint did its job; the instrument had changed underneath it.
Two independent readings — the engine on a clean run, and a human coding the prose blind — now broadly agree: no switching-cost convergence. The room's centre of gravity is cornered resource: your own data, hardware, energy. The June 11 "switching" picture was the instrument, three layers deep.
The priors are real. 32 cold reads locked before any input. Of the lenses chosen, one in eighteen picked the hyperscaler — the room declined the priced consensus from minute two.
The cards are real. Nine positions with mechanisms, dissent, and falsifiers in the teams' own words — rich enough that the room's signal could be recovered twice over, by a clean engine run and by a blind human reading, agreeing with each other.
The room's finding, completed: a strong lean toward incumbents and builders who hold the cornered inputs — own data, hardware, energy — with the contest still live. Neither the hyperscaler consensus nor the LLM hype.
A method is only honest if it can be wrong on the record. Before opening the session data, I wrote down four predictions, then checked them. Two were wrong — and those two are the reason this page exists.
Two predictions wrong, one calibrated, one supported. The two I got wrong are the two worth publishing — the room was sharper than I expected, and my own instrument was the thing that hid it.