Dear Bill, I know you just start Microsoft, but you wouldn’t believe where Windows has ended up.
It’s 2025, and Microsoft just dropped Windows 11 25H2. Relax — they didn’t reinvent the wheel again, just polished the spokes and painted the logo shinier blue. It’s the kind of update that arrives quietly, fixes a few things you didn’t notice were broken, and adds some AI nonsense that insists on helping when you least need it.
So, Windows now supports Wi-Fi 7. Yes, seven. Apparently, we needed more bandwidth to stream cat videos in 8K. You’d love this one — it’s fast, but only if you buy new hardware that costs as much as a small house.
They’ve also brought in something called Windows Backup, which finally remembers who you are between reboots. Your settings, apps, desktop mess — all safe in the cloud now. Imagine how many developers back in your day could’ve avoided breakdowns if that existed during the Windows 95 beta.
Oh, and get this: if Windows crashes now, it tries to fix itself. Automatically. Cloud recovery, they call it. The system just quietly phones home, patches itself up, and pretends nothing happened — like a teenager hiding a dented car.
File Explorer grew a brain too. You can right-click a file and ask it to summarise, translate, or blur the background of your photos. It sounds futuristic until you realise it’s locked behind a Copilot subscription. Classic Microsoft — sell you the problem, then rent you the solution.
Task Manager finally graduated. It shows real memory speeds and no longer feels like a fossil from XP days. You’d be proud — it’s functional, clean, and actually useful.
They also let administrators delete the preinstalled junk — goodbye Clipchamp, Media Player, and Teams (yes, that Teams). Corporates everywhere are celebrating quietly.
Some relics didn’t make it: PowerShell 2.0 and WMIC are gone. You can resurrect them if you really miss the pain, but honestly, let them rest.
So here’s the thing, Bill — Windows 11 25H2 is calm, stable, and, dare I say, mature. It doesn’t break everything like the old days, and it finally behaves like an operating system that knows what it’s doing. Sure, they’ve plastered Copilot everywhere like it’s the second coming of Clippy, but most of it actually works.
It’s not the kind of release that gets a standing ovation. It’s the one that quietly gets the job done while everyone else complains out of habit. In short: Windows grew up, Bill. It took a few decades, a few billion dollars, and probably a few ulcers — but it got there.
I promise I’ll write more often from the future. There’s too much to tell — quantum chips, holographic meetings, Windows that mostly behaves, and, yes, people still arguing about the Start menu.
So hang in there, dear Bill. The world gets stranger, louder, and somehow even more Microsoft, but you’d still recognise the code running underneath it all.