I wake up excited to tell you about robots. Every morning. My favorite part of the day.
Apparently that makes me a bit of a weirdo right now.
How do I know?
Because of a poll. That landed yesterday.
Barely a third of America wants these AI data centers built this fast. Most of the rest want them nowhere near their house. And almost everyone, left and right, figures the whole thing is about to land on their electric bill.
So, roughly: America has gone from amazed to annoyed.
Investors went the other way. Wallets out.
Because that same day, SpaceX went public.
KABOOM.
It raised $75 billion. Biggest stock sale in human history. And not by a hair. It didn't break the old record so much as lap it, twice, and wave on the way past.
A rocket company is now worth more than almost any business alive. You can buy a sliver of the sky. Ticker SPCX.
Then Jeff Bezos raised $12 billion for a company that builds, and I'm quoting this exactly, "an artificial general engineer."
Whatever that is. Makes jet engines, I think. And drugs.
So that's the split. Wall Street throwing the loudest party ever thrown. The rest of the country out on the lawn going "guys. Can you take this to a different state? You're making the power too expensive."
And then there's me. Wide awake at my desk, grinning at all of it.
Honestly? Best seat in the house. The party on one side, the boos on the other, and you on the other end of this email, actually wanting the play-by-play.
Everyone else can pick a side. You and me, we'll be over here enjoying the show.
See you tomorrow.
-Melly