Join the Rescue Mission
Right, hello. Boomer here — Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, DESCENDED FROM KINGS (the paperwork is in process), and against every aristocratic instinct I possess, I am asking for your help. My human — Uncle, aged seventy, retired, lovely fellow — has decided to learn AI and slow-travel across Asia. He types with two fingers. He once asked a computer to “reboot the internet.” I cannot supervise this operation alone.
So I write letters. Short ones, in plain English, about what actually worked: the AI lessons Uncle survives so you can skip his mistakes, the travel plans, the real costs, the occasional triumph. No jargon, no spam, nothing sold to you. I am extremely judgmental about what is worth your time — consider it a service.
If you have ever said “too old,” “too late,” or “what would I even use AI for?” — you are precisely who this rescue is for. Leave your email below. You save Uncle from unsupervised button-pressing; I save you from technology’s three biggest lies. Everyone gets a treat.
