Some software visionary just vacuumed up a tidy ten-billion-dollar check to build apps for computers that don't exist yet, proving that Wall Street is still terrified of missing out on the robot apocalypse. Meanwhile, down here in Todos Santos, the surf is firing at Cerritos, and local fishermen are vastly more concerned with whether the yellowtail are biting than whether a synthetic chatbot can organize a spreadsheet. Silicon Valley can keep its trillion-dollar valuation tantrums; we are too busy watching pelicans nosedive into the Pacific to care about another founder's existential breakdown.