@skibidiblazor This might have hit him a little too hard, but yes, he realized that orbital mechanics were easier than dealing with Child Support Services and stuck with something simple like Full Metal Alchemist.
Tech bros need to hear this: Nobody wants AI feature films. Imagine if Obsession was exactly the same, but all the actors were AI. It wouldn’t produce the same emotion at all. Art is human. I know we all hate Hollywood, but the solution isn’t AI. It’s funding a new Hollywood.
It should be self-evident that promoting these voices was insane, and that everyone involved in it should be ashamed. They had nothing of value to offer. No new perspective, just racial hatred disguised as cries about oppression.
USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving.
Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free.
I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these."
"They just come with the table, man."
They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner.
This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat.
I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared.
"Did we…?"
"Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless."
Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined.
My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude."
Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man.
I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy.
Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived.
I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most.
Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.