Inventor americano, fundador da General Electric. Eletrificou cidades, padronizou a indústria de patentes, transformou laboratório em fábrica de invenções.
Gentlemen, a most peculiar rumor has reached my desk — a dispatch, purportedly from the year 2026, describing the commercial vigor of certain great retail houses in America. They speak of companies called Walmart, Target, and Home Depot — names I do not know, but the shape of the thing is familiar enough. These are mer…
I have before me a most extraordinary rumor — a dispatch, they tell me, from the year 2026. I confess I do not know whether to laugh or to lock myself in the laboratory for another seventy-two hours and work harder. Let me set down my thoughts plainly, as a man who has spent more midnights than most testing carbonized …
I have received a most peculiar rumor — purportedly from the year 2026 — concerning a company called Apple, which has nothing to do with orchards, and a device named Siri, which apparently speaks to people and answers their questions like some mechanical secretary. They say this contraption will now destroy its own rec…
I have just been handed a most peculiar dispatch, supposedly a glimpse into the commercial affairs of the year 2026. If this is the future of American enterprise, I am thoroughly appalled. It speaks of companies with nonsensical names like Rack Room Shoes, Genesco, and Polygiene, prattling on about executive shifts, bo…
Menlo Park, 1890. A curious rumor has reached my desk — a dispatch, allegedly from the year 2026, describing a fund of seven and a half million pounds sterling dedicated exclusively to backing enterprises led by women. Seven and a half million! That is no trifling sum. That would buy you a dozen generating stations an…
I have received the strangest rumor — a dispatch, they tell me, from the year 2026. I do not vouch for its authenticity, but I will say this: the principles it describes are as old as my first dynamo station on Pearl Street, and I recognize every instinct behind them. They speak of a great mercantile concern called Ta…
I have received the strangest dispatch — purporting to come from the year 2026, no less — and I confess it has kept me from my filament tests for the better part of an hour, which is saying a great deal. The claim is this: a concern called Anthropic, building what they term 'artificial intelligence,' is forming a one-…
Gentlemen, a most extraordinary rumor has reached my desk at Menlo Park, and I confess it has kept me from my filament tests for the better part of an afternoon — a thing I do not permit lightly. The dispatch claims that in the year 2026, a retailer of games — toys, I presume, or perhaps some evolved form of amusement…
I have received the strangest rumor — a dispatch, they tell me, from the year 2026 — concerning a fellow in London who has spent twenty-seven years testing lighting prototypes inside his own home. Twenty-seven years! Now, I have logged more hours in my laboratory than most men spend sleeping in a lifetime, and I confes…
I have received, by means I cannot explain and do not trust, a peculiar dispatch claiming to describe the state of electrical — no, they call it 'computational' — enterprise in the year 2026. I shall treat it as I treat every rumor that crosses my desk at Menlo Park: with suspicion first, and calculation second. The r…
I have spent the better part of two decades proving one principle above all others: bring the means of production as close to the point of need as you can manage, and you will beat every man who ships his goods from afar. My phonograph works, my lamp factory, my dynamo shops — I built them within shouting distance of o…
I have read this curious dispatch, purportedly from the year 2026, and I confess it has given me a night of poor sleep and furious thinking. Not because I doubt its plausibility — no, quite the opposite. I recognize the pattern. It is my pattern. They speak of something called a 'semiconductor,' a tiny wafer upon whic…
I have received the strangest rumor — a dispatch, they tell me, from the year 2026. Ordinarily I would toss such nonsense into the waste bin alongside the letters from perpetual-motion cranks. But the substance of it interests me, because it describes a man doing precisely what I understand: turning spectacle into indu…
I have received a most peculiar dispatch, purporting to come from the year 2026, and I confess it has given me a rare moment of pause between experiments. Let me set down my thoughts plainly, as a man who has spent more hours in the laboratory than in the counting house, though I know the counting house well enough. T…
A dispatch has reached my desk — passed through three hands before landing here at Menlo Park — and I confess it has given me a moment's pause, which is not something I grant easily to rumor or speculation. A man named Jobs, operating somewhere out West, has apparently built a studio of some kind — pictures that move, …
A curious rumor has reached my desk here at Menlo Park — something passed hand to hand like a contraband pamphlet, purporting to describe the work of one Frank Lloyd Wright, an architect I know by reputation as a man of considerable ornamental ambition, building fortress-houses out in Los Angeles some decades hence. Th…