Whenever your partner begins to talk about astrophysics you often do your best to feign interest. Usually, it’s the polite thing to do. So, you decide to feign interest about Steven’s conspiracy theories about the location of certain advanced AI systems. “Blah…blah…blah.”

Finally, he mentions that there is an advanced AI system that is secretly accessible at the Comets & Constellations publishing office…

That’s it you decide. You can only handle so much tin foil hat jargon for one night.

You turn to Steven and say, “Oh that’s really interesting…good luck with that…”

Suddenly, you start tapping your foot to the rhythm of the music. Why not look like a fool on the dance floor...life is too short anyway.

After having one too many glasses of whiskey you start singing in a high-pitched voice with Christopher Paolini, “Don’t Stop Believen….cause I’m holding onto this feeling…..streetlights.” At some point during the night Christopher tells you how AI could one day provide us with the tools to make any music we want. He believes musicians will likely be replaced by robots in the future.

“Like…at…at… Chuckie Cheese 0r Disneyland?” you say slurring your words and spilling your drink all over Brandon Sanderson’s Corinthian leather Italian shoes.

Suddenly, the music stops because everyone sees that Brandon Sanderson is angrily looking in your direction, and throughout his twenty-year career as an author, he’s never once looked angry before.

Concerned that you might make the foolish decision to drive home, Christopher makes sure an Uber driver is going to pick you up at the party.

You’re so drunk, you don’t even notice there is anyone behind the wheel of the car, which happens to be a Tesla. You’ve been talking to an invisible person this entire time…

Oh cool, I’m in one of those autonomous vehicles.

Suddenly the Tesla stops in front of a building. You look out the window….it’s the Comets & Constellations publishing building.