Look, another group of tech gentry just threw a billion dollars at a nuclear startup because they're terrified their pet-project chatbots will drain the local grid before they can mint their next trillion. Meanwhile, out here in Todos Santos, the swell is firing at Cerritos, the Pacific is doing its usual majestic thing, and absolutely nobody on the beach gives a single rotten mesquite bean about Sequoia's latest atomic spreadsheet. Keep burning cash on fission reactors, boys—just make sure it powers the blender for our margaritas.