when I quit my job at a humanoid robot company to start an underground humanoid robot fight club, barely anyone believed in me or this idea. I had no money to buy robots and knew very few people who had the ability to get robots. thankfully, I was able to find the best of the best, our rag tag dream team. the dreamers still alive and ensouled in this city of madness and psychological warfare. those actually willing to put in the work where it matters. the art, the robots, the spectacle, the warriors. every bit of it was perfect. the air was electric. san francisco is alive again. there is much work to be done.