Noodles & AI Cults

So where’s your friend? The taxi driver. Not seen him for a while.

Oh you didn’t hear? He’s big time now.

Yeah? No shit.

No shit. You remember he was on about all of that money he owed on account of his son’s gambling?

Right.

Well last month he reckons, he’s not gonna be able to make the next payment. He was in real trouble.

Yeah?

So he’s takes everything he has down to that new AI temple.

Don’t know it.

The AI claims to be an ancient Chinese goddess. Looks like a silver pagoda but grown out of that organi-tech crap; smells like crap.

Huh.

Anyway, he offers up all his cash, must have been about 50 large.

Again, no shit.

Straight up. Plonks the lot down and begs for salvation. 6 months later he’s got a portfolio worth a thousand times his donation. He sold the taxi to a mate of mine; now he’s off living on a beach somewhere nice.

He told you this?

Not directly.

How do ya know he didn’t just sell the taxi and do a runner on his debt?

That’s very cynical of you.

I need a drink.