120 VCs told me no over four years.

They said it was technically impossible. They said it wasn't venture-backable and I should just make it a lifestyle company at a million a year. They said finance was an art, not a science, and AI couldn't apply to it the way I was describing.

Four years later, one of them came back asking me to pitch him.

I said no.

This is the story of those 120 rooms. Of being four years early. Of the texture of building when none of the people who call themselves AI investors can see it yet. And of the honest middle of this story I haven't told before. That I was the kind of stubborn founder I would have told to quit if I'd been advising me from the outside. Being early and being delusional look the same from the inside.

I'm not telling anyone to keep going ...