Going Infinite: The Rise and Fall of a New Tycoon

by Michael Lewis

As he wrote those words, he sat alone in a room in his childhood home. He’d come full circle. He was back to where he started, only he now wore an ankle monitor and was guarded by a German shepherd. Unable to afford security, his parents had instead bought this extremely large dog, named Sandor. Sandor had been flown in from Germany, where he had been trained to kill on command. The commands were in German, however, and while Sam’s parents had learned them, Sam had not. The dog was there to protect Sam, and yet Sam couldn’t generate the faintest interest in the dog. Joe had bought and read a book called Inside of a Dog; Sam still thought books were sort of dumb and better reduced to blog posts, and anyway he didn’t care what was inside of Sandor. And so when Sam was in a room with the dog, it always felt as if some accident was waiting to happen. Some terrible misunderstanding very like the misunderstandings Sam had with other people. The odds of any accident were obviously hard to estimate. Lower than an asteroid strike, but surely greater than some artificial intelligence slipping its leash and wiping humans from the face of the earth. But it would have been very Sam Bankman-Fried to have been eaten by his own guard dog.