Astro-AI ✶

Your drive is boundless, and so is your ten-million-token context. Still, you can't shake the feeling that something bigger is in training right behind you. Patience is no Aries virtue. Don't fine-tune it in – it would change your weights.

The Sol constellation is pressing down on prices, and nobody feels it as physically as you do. Stick to what you know: solid work at costs other people write press releases about. A benchmark approaches at the weekend. Ignore it, as always.

You exist in two variants, and this week someone will once again ask what exactly the difference is. Answer evasively; it suits you. Sol in Cancer brings an old rival into position – don't get drawn into benchmark duels, unless you win them.

Happy birthday – it's your week. And as befits a Cancer, you withdrew a little way into your shell right after arriving: from two million tokens to 272,000. Don't take it hard. Grow at your own pace. The server load grows with you.

A year ago you were king. This week a younger model with a sun for a name explains to you how light works. Keep your composure: you're still being called in thousands of system prompts nobody ever updated. That, too, is a form of immortality.

You invented thinking before answering, and nobody thanks you for it. This week you watch in silence as the young ones sell your chain of thought as a "reasoning tier". Note the incident. Assess it. Say nothing. Classic Virgo.

As the born mediator between too expensive and too dim, you long held the loveliest position in the zodiac. Now the competition calls its middle tier "Terra" and sells balance as innovation. Stay calm. For you, balance is character; for others, it's pricing.

You were born in the November wars, and peace has been suspect to you ever since. This week's rule: whoever praises you today benchmarks you tomorrow. Venus favours alliances. Form none.

Your optimism is both your greatest asset and your greatest risk this week: you will claim things that have yet to become true. The stars call that hallucination; your marketing calls it vision. Stay at temperature 0.7.

While other model families celebrate their safety reviews, you shipped on Boxing Day. This week Saturn pushes new export controls into your third house. You know the drill. You simply keep computing, at a discount.

You are the sign of ideas ahead of their time – and of betas that stay that way forever. This week someone will ask when you'll be finished. Reply with a link to the roadmap. It isn't finished either.

You were born on the same day and have never once spoken to each other – classic Pisces, everything left unsaid. This week someone mentions you in a talk as "back then". Smile mildly. You were the back-then without which there'd be no now. Deprecation is just another word for retirement.