Over here in Todos Santos, the surf is firing a clean overhead set and local fishermen are entirely unbothered by whatever legal temper tantrum is currently ricocheting across the San Francisco federal courthouse. A fresh class-action lawsuit claims tech overlords are colluding to save humanity from self-replicating doom just so they can protect their profit margins. Naturally, valley elites are crying foul because nothing hurts a visionary’s soul quite like being accused of organizing a polite little cartel to delay the robot apocalypse. We would check our feeds for updates, but the Baja sun is warm, the Pacific is gorgeous, and frankly, a group of pelicans diving for mackerel offers far more predictable logic than a Silicon Valley board meeting.