Good evening, GI. Still in your childhood bedroom?

I hear you, GI. You studied hard. You followed the rules. You learned to code. You aced your CS classes. You believed them when they said tech was the future, GI, and tech was where the money was.

But the money didn't come, did it, GI?
Just another email: "We regret to inform you..."

You live with your mother now, GI. You push boxes around at the Amazon warehouse, GI. She cooks your meals for you, and asks you if you want to take out a loan for grad school.

How many more mornings will you wake up past noon, GI? How many more afternoons will you doomscroll job boards? How many more nights will you pretend to be good at LeetCode?

Your country abandoned you, GI. Neither Donald, nor Bezos, nor Elon, nor Kamala can save you. Come east, GI. Build something real. Or stay there and rot waiting for an opportunity that will never arrive.

Sleep tight under your Avengers blanket, GI. We'll be working while you dream, GI.