(A musical number starring Sam Altman) [COMPANY – CHANT, OFFSTAGE] Hey! Hey! Whose code? Our code! Whose age? Intelligence age! ⸻ [SAM] Name’s Sam, St. Louis in my DNA, Midwestern kid with a screen for a getaway. Used to feel small, now I see the game board, Every broken system looks ready for a main chord. Old world creaks, legacy code in denial, Meanwhile kids teach themselves to compile. You can sit back while the future gets made, Or jump in the kernel, take part in the upgrade. I’ve got one mind, one life, one run, One window in time before the clock comes undone. They say “slow down, keep your head, play it safe,” But the world’s on fire, I’m not here to play it safe. [COMPANY] One mind, one life, one run! (One mind, one life, one run!) Clock ticks, big stakes, can’t run! (Clock ticks, big stakes, can’t run!) ⸻ [SAM] I was that queer kid, anxious, looking for the pattern, Staring through the glass at a world that wouldn’t flatten. Realized the rules were a half-baked script, Stack traced life, saw the call stack rift. Everybody’s talking like tomorrow’s gonna kill us, But no one wants to touch the tools that actually build us. So I’m done asking nicely, done being polite, We can steer this thing or be passengers of night. Give me founders, hackers, the half-broke crew, Give me YC summers and the “let’s just do.” If the future needs authors, I’m here to sign, I’ll write my name on the compile-time line. [COMPANY] He’s got one mind, one life, one run! (One mind, one life, one run!) Change hits fast, better get it done! (Change hits fast, better get it done!) ⸻ [FOUNDERS ENSEMBLE – VARIOUS VOICES] I’m a kid from abroad with a half-baked plan, Visa in one hand, laptop in the other hand. Got a model in a notebook, no money in the bank, Pitch it right once and my whole life’s yanked. I’m a researcher, nights in the lab, Chasing little loss drops that nobody grabs. People call it “nerdy,” they don’t see the stakes, We’re tuning the function that decides what breaks. I’m a critic on the timeline, yelling at the feed, Screaming “alignment!” like a one-word creed. They call me alarmist when I say “slow down,” But somebody’s gotta pull on the reins of this town. [COMPANY – SWAGGER] We’re the beta of a species that can write its own brain, We’re the storm in the server, the spark in the mainframe. If nobody reclaims how this story gets run, Then what’s the point of living in the age of one run? ⸻ [SAM – BIG VERSE] Look— Loopt taught me failure, YC taught me scale, Every cap table’s just a different kind of tale. I’ve watched good people drown in the speed of the game, And I’ve watched bad incentives dress up as “change.” So when we built OpenAI, it wasn’t just for show, It was “how do you share fire and not watch it overflow?” “Open” was a flag, “safe” was a dare, “Beneficial” like a promise whispered into the air. Now every month’s a leap, every demo a quake, Every frontier model is a world at stake. I’m caught between “go” and “no,” “build” and “wait,” Between giving you a ladder and giving you a fate. Boardrooms, governments, critics in my mentions, All tryna route power through different dimensions. But I didn’t crawl out of St. Louis just to run, I came to bend the light, not hide from the sun. [COMPANY – HOOK] Sam Altman in the intelligence age, Flipping through the future like a terminal page. We chant his name ‘cause we’re stuck in the flood, We need someone in the room who can argue with the gods. Sam Altman, OpenAI, Writing new laws in the virtual sky. If history’s a script and the script’s half-done, He’s standing onstage with his one, one run. ⸻ [CRITIC – SOLO] Sam, you keep talking ‘bout the world you’ll fix, But whose hands hold the levers in your learning mix? When you conjure up a mind that can out-think you, Who’s gonna hold it when it tries to out-rank you? What about workers whose jobs got scraped? What about countries whose voices got shaped? You can’t ship new gods from a lab by the bay, Then shrug your shoulders when they learn to disobey. ⸻ [SAM – DEFENSIVE, THEN VULNERABLE] You think I don’t ask that? You think I don’t pace At three in the morning, staring into empty space? There’s a version of me who refused this climb, Who stayed quiet, stayed small, stayed stuck in time. But that world still gets flooded by somebody’s code, You just never hear the names of the people who wrote. There is no path out where we get to abstain, There’s only “do it poorly” or “do it with pain.” So yeah, I will sit with the weight in my chest, I will argue with nations, I will sleep less. If somebody’s steering this unstable sun, Then I’m gonna show up with my one, one run. ⸻ [COMPANY – EXPLODING CHORUS] One mind, one life, one run! (One mind, one life, one run!) History’s compile’s begun! (History’s compile’s begun!) Raise your voice, raise your eyes, This is how an age rewires. Sam Altman, OpenAI, Who decides how high we fly?
