I hypersleep and emerge blinking into the Lisbon sun long before my ADHD meds have kicked in but late enough to have definitely missed breakfast at Media Catering.

I’ve already rememorized the journey from my hotel to the MEO Arena and don’t need Google Maps. Google Maps, incidentally, still thinks that pedestrians are subject to these streets’ one-way system.

The view from the metro between Olais and Bela Vista is, as always, fantastic.

These corporate giants who don’t understand that “one-way” only applies to vehicles are, I’m told, working on something called artificial intelligence.

The AI discussion at Opening Night was unhinged enough, with speculation of robot plumbers at Web Summit 2025, that I’m inclined to ignore all of it.

At Web Summit 2023, a lot of the GenAI talk seemed genuinely compelling but I have to assume those 2023 predictions are still being realised and so further prediction-work has been left to the fantasists and the dishonest.

I plan to attend a couple more AI talks. It’d be hard not to when AI-talk seems just as pervasive as last year!

That said, I suspect my time will probably be better-spent elsewhere.

After Etosha Cave’s Openjng Night talk, I’m inclined to spend a lot of my time at Stage 7 where the New Energy Summit talks are being held.

I’ll start with some startup stalls though. The Centre Stage seating is viciously uncomfortable and sitting and listening to more talks seems wholey unappealing right now.

Amy Grace from Lissbon Tags: Websummit