We couldn't let centuries of worry and "we know better than you" knowledge be replaced with AI slop, so we packed as many Jewish mothers and grandmothers into a nice warm data center for a picnic (when it was off for Shabbat), fed them very good kosher brisket, connected them to the latest yarn networking has to offer, and had some good Jewish students transcribe everything they had to say. Everything. Let me tell you, if you think you know why memory prices are high, ha! think again. So ask anything. We're not responsible for what they may dish out.
A dollar? For a machine that worries about you? Haven't the Jews suffered enough? ...Fine. If she made you laugh, send a dollar. If she didn't, call your real mother. She'll be thrilled either way.
You're asking me? Mort, rest him, spent eleven years 'about to' fix the screen door. Do what you want. You always do anyway.
Since you're here
A dollar. One dollar. You spend more than that on a coffee you don't even finish.
My grandson — the one who knows computers, data centers, all that — he'll be helping me collect. That's if you decide you want to donate, of course. Not that I'm expecting anything...
A dollar. Fine. It's something.
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Optional. She'll remember either way.
Ask Mom and she'll guilt you a little, then tell you what to do about the thing. Ask Grandma — Mort's widow, so she's seen things — and she has no intention of solving anything. Switch mid-conversation. Every thread stays in your account.
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