Somewhere between the thunderclaps of innovation and the quiet hum of data centers, a strange chill fills the air. Itâs not the wind. Itâs not the ghosts. Itâs the sound of AI adoption still accelerating long after everyone thought it might slow down.
Because if thereâs one thing scarier than a monster rising from the lab,
itâs realizing itâs still growing.
⥠The Laboratory of Limitless Growth
Deep inside a candlelit castle, lightning flashes across the stone walls. Test tubes bubble with neural networks, and electricity hums through old copper wires. At the center of it all, Frankensteinâs monster stands hunched over a chalkboard.
On it are three jagged lines, one for the Internet, one for Mobile, and one, glowing ominously in neon green, for AI.
Dr. Frankenstein peers at the data through cracked goggles.
âImpossible,â he mutters, flipping through a pile of parchment labeled St. Louis Fed and eMarketer. âEvery curve must flatten eventually. Even the mobile revolution reached a plateau.â
The monster turns, bolts sparking from his neck. âBut master,â he says in a low rumble, âthe curve⌠itâs still rising.â
đ The Data Doesnât Die
The Count appears in the doorway, cape sweeping dramatically behind him.
Dracula, the eternal observer of technological transformation, carries a tablet glowing with eerie blue light.
âAh, my dear doctor,â he says, âyouâre still studying your creature? You forget, Iâve watched centuries of human obsession. Printing presses, telegraphs, the telephone, the internet. Each one rose, and then rested.â
He smirks, his fangs catching the candlelight.
âBut this new creation, this Artificial Intelligence, it refuses to sleep.â
Frankenstein gestures at the graph.
âSee here, Count. The Internet took a decade to reach 1 billion users. Mobile took about five. But generative AI? Itâs measured in months.â
Draculaâs eyes narrow.
âYes, I read that in the mortal scholarsâ scrolls. The Federal Reserve Bank of St. Louis found AI adoption outpacing every major technology in history, even those bloodthirsty smartphones.â
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He taps his screen, revealing another chart.
âAnd look here, eMarketer reports that generative AI reached 77.8 million users in two years, faster than the rise of smartphones or tablets.â
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The monster grunts. âEven the villagers use it now. They ask it for recipes, resumes, love letters.â
Dracula raises an eyebrow. âAnd blood type analyses, perhaps?â
They both laugh, the uneasy laughter of men who realize the experiment has escaped the lab.
đ§ The Curse of Exponential Curiosity
Dracula glides to the window, staring out into the storm. âYou see, Frankenstein, mortals cannot resist their reflection. Once they taste a new tool that speaks back, they feed it endlessly. Every prompt, every query, every midnight whisper, more data, more growth.â
âLike feeding a beast,â Frankenstein says.
âExactly,â Dracula grins. âAnd this one feeds itself. Every interaction strengthens it. Every mistake teaches it. Even their fears become training data.â
He twirls his cape dramatically. âYouâve not created a machine, my dear doctor. Youâve unleashed an immortal.â
âď¸ Why the Curve Keeps Climbing
The monster scribbles four words on the wall: âNo friction. Infinite feedback.â
âThatâs the secret,â Frankenstein explains. âUnlike the old revolutions, electricity, mobile, internet, AI doesnât require factories or towers. It scales through code, not concrete. The more people use it, the more valuable it becomes. Thatâs why the line wonât flatten.â
Dracula nods. âA perfect storm of seduction: zero cost to start, instant gratification, and endless novelty. Even I couldnât design a better addiction.â
Together, they stare at the graph again.
The AI line doesnât level off. It bends upward.
The candles flicker. Somewhere, a server farm hums, millions of GPUs glowing like a field of jack-oâ-lanterns in the dark.
đŚ The Night Is Still Young
Dracula turns to Frankenstein. âDo you fear what comes next?â
The doctor sighs. âI fear what happens when the curve stops rising and starts replacing.â
Draculaâs grin fades. For a moment, the immortal looks mortal.
âPerhaps,â he says, âbut revolutions always come with a price. The villagers feared your monster once, and now they fear their own machines.â
Lightning cracks across the sky.
âBut remember, Doctor,â he continues, âprogress is a creature that cannot be killed, only guided.â
The monster, now quiet, whispers, âThen letâs hope we are still the ones holding the switch.â
đ The Bottom Line
AIâs adoption curve hasnât flattened because weâre still discovering what it is.
Itâs not a single invention like the phone or the PC. Itâs a living layer that spreads through APIs, integrates into tools, and evolves faster than we can measure.
The mobile revolution connected us.
The AI revolution is re-creating us.
And if the trendlines are right, weâre still only at the first act of this gothic tale. The lab lights are still on. The storm still rages.
And somewhere, in the distance, the curve is still rising.
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