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The First Attempts

The promises outran the machines. Funding froze, and the field learned a hard lesson about hype.

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The First Winter

before this →Rules All the Way Down
1969Minsky & Papert — publish "Perceptrons"; perceptron funding stalls
1973Lighthill report — UK AI funding collapses
1987LISP machines — die as cheap workstations arrive
1988Second winter — expert-system market implodes
2012AlexNet — the thaw, and the boom that never stopped

An AI winter is a period when the money and the excitement dry up because the technology cannot deliver what was promised. There have been two big ones.

Two walls that caused it

Combinatorial explosion: a search that branches ten ways at each step has ten billion paths at ten steps. Clever pruning helps, but the world is too big to search naively. The frame problem: when something changes, which facts stop being true? A robot that moves a cup has to update half the universe of statements, and knowing which half is genuinely hard. Symbolic systems needed a human to tell them every relevant consequence.

Why the winters mattered

hype cycles have a shape

Funding follows promise, and promise outruns capability. The winters were not a failure of intelligence research; they were a failure of forecasting. Each one scattered talent into other fields, only for those ideas to return later.

the patternWatch out for the same shape today. The phrase “AGI in five years” has been said, in nearly these words, in 1965, 1985, and 2024.
PROMISEbold claims, big headlines
PLATEAUreality arrives; demos do not scale
WINTERfunding freezes; the field scatters

The quiet decade

Between the winters, the work continued — quietly, in university labs, on problems nobody was funding. Backpropagation was being understood. Convolutional networks were being tested on postal codes. Reinforcement learning was being formalized. Every one of those threads would matter enormously once compute caught up.

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