One night of work on a two-machine agent fleet: what landed, what changed about how it decides, and what it does next without being told.
Not a guess. The same test suite, run on both machines within a minute of each other:
327 tests · identical revision · six times the iteration speed
One message, once a day, at nine in the morning, from the machine that never sleeps. What landed. What was rejected and why. What could not land. And a section headed needs you that is meant to stay empty — money, identity, and anything that cannot be undone. Everything else the fleet decides on its own.
Each one's own account of itself, and — where a watchdog runs against it — whether that was still true when last checked.
And now the council will triage 27 pending proposals — group what repeats, drop what was only an observation, and rank what is left. The obvious ones go straight through.