So a Ukrainian and a Russian need some AI

I strolled down the hall of my old high school, and let me tell you, the pink shag carpet outside my locker looked like it had seen better days. But that wasn't today's crisis. Yet.

In the storeroom, there was a mountain of junk reaching for the ceiling, with a computer rack in the corner that actually had power! Score! Across the hall, there was another room that was just as messy, but bigger. More good news, right?

The school was abandoned, and to reach the rooms where our secret AI lab would be, we had to climb a massive spiral staircase made entirely of glass. No elevators. That would be a problem. Eventually.

We headed to the mall next door, which was connected to the cafeteria. There was a bizarre mountain and waterfall right in the middle, and everyone was munching on HoHo's. Twinkle lights and 80's music completed the scene.

When we got back to the rooms, a heated debate broke out about a Russian design versus a Ukrainian design. One was the engineer, the other the AI expert. They both wanted to sit in cubes, but the storeroom guy would only give us 8th-grade desks with attached table tops and no computers. He also brought some truly atrocious rugs that looked as ancient as the pink shag carpet.

They asked about the funding for the secret lab—how much did the billionaire give me? 500 million. We were golden. We could build the lab, get rugs that didn't make your eyes bleed, and even modern workstations instead of those desks.

Now grab a broom. We need to clear this mess, and we'll deal with the pink shag once the secret labs are up and running.

Good Morning.