Juicero users find that man trumps machine
EXT. BOHEMIAN GROVE – NIGHT
Two VCs are wearing feathered crowns and cowhide breeches. One, Anton, is drinking Soylent 3.0 from a pack, the other, Brad, Chateau Margaux 2009 Balthazar from a bark container. Another more youthful VC, Chase, pounds a Juicero with a golf club in the firelight.
ANTON:
He's taking it truly hard.
BRAD:
Who? What?
ANTON:
Pursue over yonder. That is the Juicero he's Ubering at this moment. He dumped $45 million into that thing. He was sucked in by the allure of squeezing. What's more, it bit him. It bit him like a puppy.
BRAD:
Why is he so disturbed? I've been at my withdraw in Thailand for as far back as year. Add up to media wash down. Get me up.
ANTON SIPS HIS SOYLENT AND THEN SPITS IT BACK OUT INTO THE GRASS AS EDM RISES OVER THE TREES.
ANTON:
Juicero is getting assaulted in the press for being a ludicrous thought. In any case, it's most certainly not. It's a squeezing stage. You put a pack of juice in and the robot crushes it out. It's better squeeze. It's more beneficial. It was controlled by a visionary yet they don't see that. They don't get it.
Don't they get it? Kleiner contributed. Letter set. Endless. These are brilliant individuals. They know where the puck is going, not where it's been.
It should be distinctive, you know? This entire thing. When I began in this world in the wake of slumming it at Harvard and Oxford, I thought I could change the world. I could give little organizations a minimal expenditure to make stunning things. You know who destroyed this? The general population. The columnists. Each one of those filthy unwashed people who don't have a RV at Burning Man. The Juicero individuals guaranteed us a squeezing stage, JaaS. They guaranteed reflection in a sack. What's more, guess what? The general population at Juicero conveyed something enchanted – a pack of juice and a robot to crush it – yet individuals didn't need that. They need what they paid for. Do I ever get what I paid for? This Soylent is consuming an opening through my guts yet do I whine? No. It's what's to come. I don't need to eat any longer since I can't hold down nourishment.
Consider it, Brad. Those mongrels at Bloomberg broke the squeezing DRM and crushed the packs by hand. Can you envision?
BRAD:
Anton, you're foaming.
ANTON:
That is the Soylent. Yet, it makes me frantic, you know? We are serving up the future like hotcakes and these swine won't take it. They need things that work, not cryptographically-secure cloud-based VR squeezing stages. I need to give them the well done however they need stuff that bodes well. We dumped $70 million into Juicero. You know why? In light without bounds, that is the reason. Did Steve Jobs take a gander at the CD and say "Nah, that is great." No, he made the iPod. Did Lucas Duplan take a gander at the charge card machine and say "Whatever, let me do some more bong tears." No, he made Clinkle. Also, this is a similar thing, Brad. It's a similar thing.
Pursue BEGINS HOWLING
BRAD:
So what do we do?
ANTON:
We continue building, Brad. We continue making. We continue pouring cash down cool-sounding ratholes. Did you see what Zuck is doing with VR? Will you envision? It resembles Club Penguin meets Second Life. It will be a raving success. I'm composing my very own look at cash and I'm wiring five billion from a family subsidize in the Cayman Islands. It will be what's to come. Everybody jacked into the Facebook channel, perusing refreshes. Could you envision? Could you envision the esteem produced? I hear Time Magazine has torched its whole newsroom and is just doing 360-degree recordings of battle areas now.
BRAD:
Anton, you're dying.
ANTON:
I'm not dying, Brad. That is juice. Being pressed out of me. By the mechanical hand of the market. These individuals don't get it. What's more, who endures? Pursue. Hasn't he endured enough? He didn't get tickets to Coachella this year. Hasn't the man endured enough?
Can I have some of your wine?
BRAD:
No.
Pursue FALLS TO HIS KNEES, BEATEN.
Become dull.
SCENE.
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