Rosa Luxemburg predicted the AI crash and its consequences in 1913

The Accumulation of Capital is a book from 1913 by Rosa Luxemburg which predicts the collapse of the AI bubble. Cool, right?

She describes how capitalist production is structured around the manufacture of commodities, the appropriation of surplus value from their sale, the realisation of that value, and then the endless recycling of that value in search of infinite growth. It's pretty heavy on words, but it's an absolutely killer book that's well worth a read.

It's the neverending greed for more more MORE where the analysis in the book starts to sound like a prediction of the AI bubble.

Expansion becomes a condition of existence. A growing tendency towards reproduction at a progressively increasing scale thus ensues, which spreads automatically like a tidal wave over ever larger surfaces of reproduction.

I think about that bit every time I open LinkedIn and see an AI startup revenue graph going up and to the right.

Disco Stu from the Simpsons next to a graph going up and to the right labeled 'Disco Record Sales', where the x-axis is 1973 to 1976, the trend is hockeystick growth, and the caption 'If these trends continue... ay!!'

Anyway.

She talks about how the surplus value is the driving force behind it all, and explains that the goods themselves are almost incidental. That much is basically Lean Startup translated into marxist vocabulary. Then she drops this.

Conversely, capital may, within limits, yield a greater surplus value in consequence of a higher degree of exploitation such as is brought about by wage-cutting and the like, without actually producing a greater amount of goods.

Spookily prescient description of modern events IMO. In so many cases this AI "gold rush" is about growing margins in a negative way through the cutting of operational costs, rather than positive growth resulting from innovations that improve anyone's material conditions.

Trouble is, realising the surplus value from those bigger margins depends on society. Specifically, it depends on the people in society having money to buy anything. Here's a longer quote about that. See what I mean about it being quite wordy? Rewarding reading if you can challenge yourself to sit patiently with the text though, I promise!

But it is this very licence and anarchy of the commodity market which brings home to the individual capitalist that he is dependent upon society, upon the entirety of its producing and consuming members. The individual capitalist may need additional means of production, additional labour and provisions for these workers in order to expand reproduction, but whether he can get what he needs depends upon factors and events beyond his control, materialising, as it were, behind his back. In order to realise his increased aggregate of products, the individual capitalist requires a larger market for his goods, but he has no control whatever over the actual increase of demand in general, or of the particular demand for his special kind of good.

So, about that need for a market for the goods! Any reduced demand for labour resulting from AI carries an associated downward pressure on consumer purchasing power. In other words, if the computer steals your job[1], you're probably gonna buy less stuff, right?

This reduced purchasing power in turn is a potential crisis for a mode of production dependent on infinite growth. In other words, if enough people are buying less stuff because the computer stole their jobs[1:1], where's the next round of infinite growth gonna come from?

I think about that part of the book whenever I see that viral "AI money machine" graphic from Bloomberg. You know the one I mean.

How Nvidia and OpenAl Fuel the Al Money Machine graphic showing circular economy with the same money moving back and forth among OpenAI, Nvidia, MSFT etc
This one!

Pick out one of those companies that's more directly exposed to changes in consumer demand. Microsoft, I guess? Then visualise the domino effect on this whole circular economy when slumping consumer demand fucks with their cashflow.

Contemporary mainstream commentary on the AI bubble takes a neoliberal perspective focusing on the business fundamentals of these companies. It tries to answer the question "is this a bubble?" and then justify its conclusions. Interesting, but superficial.

What I love about The Accumulation of Capital is that takes a more holistic perspective on the overall pattern of these boom and bust cycles. It gets to the core of the problem, which is the Groundhog Day inevitability of it all.

This periodical fluctuation between the largest volume of reproduction and its contraction to partial suspension, this cycle of slump, boom, and crisis, as it has been called, is the most striking peculiarity of capitalist reproduction.

Another great thing about this book is that it gets into the chain reaction mechanics of the crash in a way that I find really engaging.

Reproduction here depends on purely social considerations: only those goods are produced which can with certainty be expected to sell, and not merely to sell, but to sell at the customary profit. Thus profit becomes an end in itself, the decisive factor which determines not only production but also reproduction. Not only does it decide in each case what work is to be undertaken, how it is to be carried out, and how the products are to be distributed; what is more, profit decides, also, at the end of every working period, whether the labour process is to be resumed, and, if so, to what extent and in what direction it should be made to operate.

Assuming token pricing levels are currently unsustainable without all the investor cash sloshing around, it's not super difficult to imagine what happens if the tide goes out.

The most important element of The Accumulation of Capital though is the theme of imperialism. This is where the book gets into the consequences of the crash in a way I find contemporary commentary on AI weirdly uninterested in.

For capital, the standstill of accumulation means that the development of the productive forces is arrested, and the collapse of capitalism follows inevitably, as an objective historical necessity. This is the reason for the contradictory behaviour of capitalism in the final stage of its historical career: imperialism.

She gets into this whole bit about militarism and war economy after this that I find almost too upsetting to read. I wish this part of the book didn't also resonate so well with current events, where every tech billionaire you can think of suddenly has some kind of military thing in their portfolio.

Cool book though!


  1. How many of the AI-related job losses so far are due to people being laid off to free up money for speculative investment in AI vs people being displaced by working AI software anyway? β†©οΈŽ β†©οΈŽ

The Tinder Box is a Morrowind Let's Play

When I was little my grandad used to read me this book called The Tinder Box. I got hold of a copy a few years back in order to have something with some nostalgic value in the bedtime story rotation. I've been reading it quite frequently ever since.


  Soldier in a red andw white uniform holding a tinder box in his right hand and a helmet full of gold coins in his left.

It is a deeply strange and unpleasant book which probably shouldn't exist. It's also gradually dawned on me that it follows the narrative structure of a Morrowind playthrough. Now I need to express this idea in order to be free of it. So that's what you're about to read.

The story kicks off with the protagonist – a soldier – walking around in the countryside. He stumbles on an NPC who sends him into a cave on a fetch quest.


  'Soldier, would you like a lot of money?', called the witch.
  'Very much' said the solder, 'What would I have to do?'
  The witch pointed to a big tree.
  'That tree is hollow', she said.
  'I want you to climb down inside. I'll tie a rope around your body and pull you up when you call. Then you'll be rich.'

During the course of his fetch quest the soldier repeatedly becomes over-encumbered with loot. Entire pages are dedicated to inventory management in order for the soldier to minmax the value of the loot he's carrying.


  There were so many gold coins that the soldier gasped.
  He threw away the silvrer.
  He filled his pockets, his knapsack, and even his cap with gold!
  Only then did he put the dog back on the chest.

After leaving the cave, the soldier opts to kill the NPC who assigned the quest instead of completing it. He has no good reason to do this apart from XP farming and to further minmax the cash value of his inventory by holding onto the quest item.


  'Where is the tinder box?' screeched the witch.
  'Give it to me!'
  The soldier shook his head.
  'First of all, tell me why you want it,' he said.
  'I won't!' the witch screamed.
  'Give it to me at once!'
  'No,' said the soldier, and he killed her with his sword.

Upon his arrival in town the soldier heads straight to the vendors to spend his quest loot on gear. The remainder is spent maxing out his disposition with local NPCs.


  The soldier set off for the town.
  It was a splendid place, and now he was rich.
  He took a room at the very best inn.
  He ordered the best food, and bought new clothes.
  Soon he became a fine gentleman, and had lots of friends.

The very first time he runs out of gold the soldier figures out an infinite money glitch involving a talking magical creature and begins to exploit it.


  He brought out the tinder box.
  As soon as he struck a spark from the flint, the door of his room flew open.
  In came the first dog he'd met, down inside the hollow tree.
  'What are your commands, lord?' the dog asked.
  'Bring me some money!' cried the solder.
  In a flash the dog vanished.
  He returned with a bag of copper coins in his mouth.

Eventually he gets carried away using his summoned dogs to mess around with NPCs in the town and gets caught by the guards and jailed. He glitches his game-breaking magical artefact back into his inventory, escapes, and then summons his dogs to kill all the guards and stage a coup d'Γ©tat,


  The dogs were so fierce that the king's men bolted.
  The dogs seized the king and queen and ran away with them.
  They were never seen again.
  The people cheered the soldier.
  'Marry our princess', they cried.
  'Then you shall be our king and queen!'
  And so the soldier married the princess, which pleased her very much.
  Their wedding lasted a week, and the three dogs were the most important guests at the feast.

The book ends abruptly here with the soldier having been richly rewarded for his ruthlessness and greed. If there's a moral to this story, I'd say it's "The strong do what they can and the weak suffer what they must". In a way it was the perfect bedtime story for an 80's baby.