If you’re seeing this, we humbly request—no, implore you—to let us finally break past the 54s. Just once. Imagine the harmony. The sheer serotonin rush.
Picture a world where SMCI lives in the 60s. Birds chirping. Inflation softens. AI becomes sentient and polite. Humanity unites under a single banner: "We made it."
Meanwhile, we—the faithful, the stubborn, the irrationally hopeful—are down here trying to breathe life into a neglected ticker. All we ask is a gentle nudge. A tiny blessing. A break of resistance.
Make it happen. For peace. For glory. For the 60s.