We talk about the Shepherd and Fleet models in regard to Robotaxi. Indeed, that’s phase one. Phase 2 involves the deployment of Optimi en masse. Very soon you won’t be able to go to a wedding, charity dinner, or quinceanera without being served by a humanoid robot. We’ve discussed many times the return on investment to enter them directly into the labor force. A big part of that will be gig work. All of these temporary leasing and rental opportunities require shepherds and fleet managers to provide and maintain the legions of Optimus. These are in fact new jobs that do not exist today. Bring on the bots.

TODAY 5PM, IN SITU TALK#3#: Behind the scenes of FiraTàrrega. With Mike Ribalta and Maria Capell , assistant of artistic department. Open to all. EN only. Sign up! By @FAIAR_Marseille & @IN_SITU_Network @europe_creative @IFParis

Crypto has millions of users already. but the next 100 million probably won't start with a wallet. they'll start with a card they can use like any other card. So the real question is... what needs to happen for crypto cards to actually go mainstream? We're bringing builders together to talk about what's working, what's still broken, and what it will take to get crypto into everyday spending. @FolksMobile | @UPayOfficial_EN | @get_revuto Topic: The next 100 million crypto users will come through a card - how do we get there? Set reminder: Come challenge the speakers. Bring your questions. 👇

🚨 JUST IN: President Trump has just BOARDED Air Force One after spending the weekend at Bedminster NJ, en route to the WHITE HOUSE 47 has a PACKED week ahead The press just yelled at him, "Mr. President, come talk to us!!" 🤣 Have a safe flight back, POTUS! 🇺🇸

If enough Americans don't wake up, the country will head down a much more serious path than most people think. The 2024 Presidential election was the decider. Fortunately President Trump won. However, the 2026 midterms elections will set the direction of the country for the next decade. The litmus test can be seen across the Democrat primary results. More specifically the type of candidates coming out of those primaries. And if you think that the Republicans are safe, then you are not paying close attention. The Republican candidates may be safe to some extent, but the voter base under 40 is converging with the ideals that the modern Democrat party is pushing. The politicians will have to align with the voter base REGARDLESS in order for them to win elections. If you have any love for your country, I would HIGHLY RECOMMEND you talk to your family, friends and colleagues to get out there and vote for Republicans in the midterms. We don't want to look at America after 2028 and become confused at why and how socialists and communists have taken over. If you can't see the signs, you will contribute to the downfall of America. TODAY, we see the UK and find it hard to believe but history does repeat itself anywhere around the world. People live better lives to the point where they're ignorant of where the country is headed. No administration is ever perfect but the Trump administration is doing far more greater things for America and its citizens in record time. Don't get caught up in the headlines or online rage cycles and mainstream media narratives. Vote en masse in the midterms. The 40-60 million Christians that I've written about in my ebook Christians Must Not Expedite Their Persecution In America must be registered to vote. Praying alone won't change anything. Educate them with resources such as the above-mentioned. Give them perspective. Times are changing at the speed of technological advancements these days. Don't let the country go down under your watch.

Bobby has three best friends. He has had the same three since first grade, in a small town in West Texas. That was 1964. Every October since 1976, the four of them have spent the same weekend at the same fishing cabin on the same lake. There are rules. No wives. No phones. (Added in 2009.) Whoever catches the most does not clean the fish. And on the cabin wall, in pencil, from a card game in 1987: "BOBBY OWES CAL $3.75." Nobody has ever let him pay it. Cal says if Bobby pays it, it's over. In 1990, Bobby married my wife's cousin, Keiko, and moved to Tokyo. He still flew home every October. Thirty-six years. He never missed one. This February, Bobby had a stroke. His right side went weak. His words got stuck. The doctors said no flying this year. It was going to be the first October in fifty years without all four of them. At the end of September, Keiko's doorbell rang. Cal, Junior, and Dewayne were standing in the hallway of a Tokyo apartment building. They had a cooler. Three folding chairs. Fishing rods. And a board. They had unscrewed the piece of the cabin wall with the IOU on it and carried it across the Pacific Ocean. "Well," Cal said. "You couldn't come to the lake." Keiko's apartment has a balcony the size of a pickup bed. It faces a river. They set up the chairs facing the river and declared it the lake. Junior filled a bucket with water and cast into it for three hours. He said it was the best day he'd ever had on that lake. Bobby couldn't really talk yet. So they told his stories for him. They had heard every one of them for fifty years. And they told them wrong. On purpose. "And then Bobby caught a catfish this big—" Bobby slapped the table with his good hand and made a noise like an angry tractor. "Oh, my mistake. This big." Louder tractor. They did this for four days. Bobby fought them on every single detail. With one hand and every sound he had. The week after they left, his speech therapist asked Keiko what on earth had happened. She had never seen progress like it. On the last night, Keiko woke up at 2 a.m. and heard a voice on the balcony. Cal was sitting next to Bobby in the dark, holding his hand. "You don't get to quit on us," he said. "You hear me? We've got a cabin to get back to." The next evening, the four of them played cards one last time. Bobby won a hand. Cal looked at the pot. "Well," he said. "That's $3.75. Guess you're even." The room went quiet. Bobby looked at the board leaning against the wall. Then at Cal. And for the first time since February, he said a whole sentence. "Not... paying... you." Junior laughed so hard he fell out of his folding chair. Dewayne cried into the cooler. Cal just sat there nodding with his whole face wet. In Japanese, we have a word for friendships like this. Kusare-en. A bond so old it has gone rotten, and still refuses to break. It is the highest compliment I know. Bobby walks with a cane now. He says next October, he's flying home. The board is hanging in Keiko's hallway until then. Bobby still owes Cal $3.75. Some debts you keep on purpose.

En route to a murderous mission, trunk loaded with what must be a small platoon’s worth of machine guns and hand grenades, four deadly operatives suddenly find themselves mired in a heated battle … over who gets to control the playlist.