The high priests of artificial intelligence spent the week hyperventilating over existential doom, writing solemn manifestos, and warning that rogue algorithms might conquer the internet by Tuesday. Down here in Todos Santos, the Pacific is firing, the tacos al pastor are transcendent, and local sage Don Verigato noted that the only intelligence worth worrying about is whether the cold Tecate will run out before sunset. Silicon Valley can keep its simulated apocalypse; we've got a sunset to watch.