“We’re not going to have a phone in the traditional sense.

What we’ll call a phone will really be an edge node for AI inference with some radios to connect.”

"...AI on the server side communicates with AI on your device, formerly known as a phone, that will generate real time video of anything that you could possibly want.

"There won't be operating systems, there won't be apps in the future, it'll just be a device that is there for the screen and the audio... Whatever you can think of, or whatever the AI thinks you might want, it'll show you."

First, I should point out that Frederik Pohl had essentially the same idea in 1966, which he described in his novel The Age of The Pussyfoot:

The remote-access computer transponder called the "joymaker" is your most valuable single possession in your new life. If you can imagine a combination of telephone, credit card, alarm clock, pocket bar, reference library, and full-time secretary, you will have sketched some of the functions provided by your joymaker.

Essentially, it is a transponder connecting you with the central computing facilities of the city in which you reside on a shared-time, self-programming basis...

...the programmed software includes procedures for translating most normal variations of voice, idiom, accent, and other variable modalities into a computer-oriented sim-script and thence into the mathematical expressions on which the computers operate.

"That's my prediction for where things end up... five or six years, something like that."

However, as far as having a device that anticipates what you want and just, well, turns itself into that object, you might want to read about a piece of alien robotic technology, the dingbat from Deadly Host, by Raymond F. Jones, published by Astounding Science Fiction in 1945:

The man looked dully at Dan. “Charlie’s the name,” he said. “Buy a Little Dingbat... electropen, wrist watch, pocketphone, pocket radio, billfold ... all in one.”

Dan Courtland picked up one. They were shapeless little blobs about four inches long and weighing about a half pound...

"...I’m an inventor — but I wish I was as good as the guy who invented this combination washing machine, street car, and fire truck, providing it works. Wonder if it actually gives the time.”

He took one of the Dingbats out of his pocket. A large, delicately figured watch face showed him the time.

“That’s funny,” he muttered. “I'd swear that didn’t have a watch face on it before. It must have a snap cover that slid back as I took it out...

...He picked up the Dingbat as if it were an electropen, and then he saw that the corner that had been turned away from him actually did contain a point. But why hadn’t he seen it when that side had been facing him? He turned the Dingbat over and it fitted comfortably into his hand. It wrote smoothly and more rapidly than any other he had ever used.