At two o'clock in the morning on Tuesday, the word "optimization" popped up in the company email. My wife was bleeding next door. I held the mouse and dragged the 4D B-ultrasound of my unborn son into the recycle bin to make room for copying the facial recognition model. Private chat with salted fish buyers: Inspect the goods first, then pay. I replied: Where to test? The other party sent a real-time picture - his wife was lying on a gurney in the hospital corridor, with the needle hanging above her belly, and the countdown began.
