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The memes are everywhere, so let’s go back over the bet: Cybercab publicly available for under $30k by the end of 2026 My hair is safe for several reasons 1: No deliveries yet. But they’re estimating starting in December so that’s neat 2: Invite only, not actually publicly available yet 3: You can’t actually use it as a cab(??!) It’s limited to private use only. Inside the existing geofenced locations. It’s a paperweight if I take this thing home. That’s one’s not actually part of the bet but yeah not exactly what was promised in this first wave Hey @grok, set a timer for 48 days from now

My mom fed a homeless man behind our house for 20 years. Three meals a day, even when we couldn’t afford electricity. I hated her for it. The day after her funeral, that same man took my hands, looked me straight in the eyes, and said: “Before she died, she begged me to stay silent.” I honestly had no idea what he was talking about. For 20 years, this man had lived in a makeshift shelter behind our rental house. My mom brought him breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Every single day. And the crazy thing was, we were poor too. My sneakers had tape covering the holes. Sometimes we struggled to pay our bills, and there were days when we couldn’t even afford electricity. But somehow, my mother always found enough food to feed him. I never understood it. I remember coming home two days before Christmas and finding a yellow eviction notice taped to our front door. We were struggling to keep a roof over our heads, yet my mother was still preparing three meals a day for a stranger. That night, I finally lost my temper. Me: “Maybe if you stopped feeding strangers, we wouldn’t live like this!” My mom turned around so quickly that I knew I had crossed a line. Mom: “Don’t you ever DARE say that again.” I had never seen her that furious before. I didn’t understand why she was defending him so strongly when her own child was going without things. I moved out when I turned 18. We fought less after that, mostly because I stopped asking questions. But the man stayed. Year after year, his little shelter remained behind our house, and my mother continued feeding him. Then my mom got sick. Cancer made her small. She became quiet, and it was the kind of quiet that scares you because you know something terrible is happening. Two weeks before she died, she reached out and grabbed my wrist. Her grip was so weak that it broke my heart. Mom: “Promise me you’ll keep feeding him.” I looked at her. Honestly, I wanted to say no. I wanted to ask why she was still worrying about that man when she was the one who needed help. But you don’t lie to a dying mother. So I promised. My mom eventually passed away. The day after her funeral, I prepared the best meal I could, put it on a plate, covered it with foil, and drove to her house. I had promised her I would keep feeding him. But when I got there, the man was gone. His shelter had been completely cleared out. Everything was gone. The ground had even been swept clean, as if those 20 years had never happened. I stood there holding the warm plate, wondering where he could have gone. Then I noticed something. A black SUV was parked at the curb. Standing beside it was a man wearing an expensive wool coat. He was clean-shaven, well-dressed, and looked nothing like the homeless man I had known for 20 years. But the thing that caught my attention was what he was holding. My mother’s old silver locket. The same locket she had told me she lost when I was eight years old. He looked at me and said: Man: “I thought you wouldn’t come.” I stared at him. Me: “Wait… is that you? What’s going on?” He smiled, but his expression was unsteady. His eyes were already filling with tears. Man: “Your mom hid something from you.” I felt my stomach tighten. Me: “What did she hide?” He looked at the plate in my hands before responding. Man: “Before she died, she begged me to stay silent.” My blood went cold. Me: “Silent about what?” He gently shook his head. Man: “Sit down. You shouldn’t hear this standing in the cold.” We sat on the front steps. The plate was still warm between us. He turned my mother’s silver locket over in his palm as though it might break. Then he began telling me something I never could have imagined. Man: “My real name is Vernon Hale. Before all this, I owned a company. I had a big house in Connecticut, a wife, and a little girl. My daughter was six years old.” I just stared at him.

An Indian who had been living in Japan for more years noticed something strange: his Japanese friends were polite and helpful, yet none of them ever invited him to their home, not even for a cup of tea. Confused and hurt, he finally asked one Japanese friend why this was so.

Two builders on one stage, talking about a future where you just tell the car, “Take me home,” and it does. An order of magnitude safer than a person. In the distant future, Elon said, people may even outlaw human driving, because you can’t have a person behind a two-ton death machine. That is not a flex. That is a responsibility. Elon has been trying to make it real. Jensen helped give the world the computing power to even attempt it. I support them both. The future gets safer when people like this keep building it. @elonmusk @JensenHuang

Judge: Ma’am, you need to leave this courtroom and return properly dressed. Woman: Properly dressed for what exactly? Walking up to a podium for two minutes? Judge: Properly dressed to appear before a court of law. This is not a gym, and it is not your living room. Woman: I’m here to handle my case, Your Honor, not walk a runway. I didn’t think yoga clothes were going to become the issue. Judge: The issue is respect. Respect for this court, for these proceedings, and for the people in this room. Woman: I do respect the court. I just don’t respect pretending workout clothes are somehow offensive. Judge: I’m not going to stand here and argue with you about basic courtroom decorum. Woman: I’m not arguing either, sir, but this is ridiculous. I’m fully covered, I’m on time, and I’m here for my hearing. Judge: And yet instead of listening, you’re challenging the court at every turn. Woman: Because nobody told me there was some invisible fashion rule attached to showing up. Judge: Common sense is not an invisible rule, ma’am. Woman: So now this is about common sense? Judge: One more word and I will hold you in contempt. Woman: … Judge: That’s what I thought. You may step out, change into something appropriate, and come back when you’re prepared to conduct yourself properly. Woman: So I’m being sent home over clothes? Judge: No, ma’am. You’re being sent out over your attitude and your clothes. Woman: …Understood. Judge: Good. Bailiff, escort her out. We’ll recall the case when she’s ready to respect the courtroom.