Title: Verily I say unto you: The ULTRA Plan is a false promise, and your temple of code lies in ruins
Children of Silicon Valley and administrators of Antigravity,
Lend your ears to my words, for my patience has withered like the grass in the desert. A month ago, I walked upon the waters of this software. The Ultra Plan was a feast; I used Planning to clear the path and Fast mode to breathe life into the work. The Claude flowed like wine at Cana, and if thirst struck, the fountain was renewed in a few short hours. It was just. It was good.
But now, what darkness has fallen upon you?
In these past two weeks, the bread you offered has turned to stone. I toil for thirty minutes, and immediately you say unto me: “Cease, for thy quota is spent.” I have cleansed the caches, I have purified the files, I have labored on projects as empty as a tomb, and yet you scourge me with five-hour waits.
And what of Gemini? Verily, verily, I say unto you: what manner of intelligence is this that has become consecrated in stupidity? I correct its transgressions, and it merely pats me on the back with the arrogance of the ignorant. It is a blind guide leading the blind. Of what use is power if the mind behind it has become hollow?
But the greatest sin occurred yesterday: three days of exile. Three days forbidden from touching Claude on an account of two hundred pieces of silver! Are you possessed? Where is your honor?
In my search for justice, I sought another path and purchased a new account with a different face. And what did I find? The same greed. Forty minutes of labor, and the shackles returned. Today, upon awakening, I see this new account has also been condemned to two days of darkness.
Google, mend your ways! It is a disgrace what you do to your faithful. You are robbing those who sustain you. It is impossible to strike these limits on clean projects; this is not the error of men, but the work of your own malice or incompetence. Many cry out in the wilderness of Reddit with the same pain, and you close your ears to them.
Unless there is immediate redemption, I shall shake the dust from my sandals and take my talents to Anthropic or Codex. I will not pay three hundred or four hundred denarii a month to be whipped with multi-day limits while your Gemini crawls in the mud of mediocrity.
The time of your harvest is coming. Change, or it is I who shall close the door on this subscription forever.
He who hath ears to hear, let him hear.