Two days, six ways in

There once was a legend in a leather jacket,

“GPU, GPU, GPU,” he rapped all day: big racket.

They said his products were just for the gamers;

then the gamers grew up, and the chips became game-changers.

Chip people on the left, building people on the right,

never met at the party, never danced in the light.

Then the chips got so hot you could fry eggs on one,

and Air Con Dad’s dad-dancing days were done.

So we did what engineers do when the heat gets too cruel:

we ditched the hot air and we jumped in the pool.

So if you can promise the 1MW rack,

and cluster a million chips without losing track,

if you can raise a gigawatt hall from the ground,

and find ten gigawatts where there’s none to be found,

then the rack is yours, and the building too,

and the future isn’t coming. It’s built by you.

So come to San Jose, where the rack meets the hall:

two days, four tracks, one room for it all.

The chips and the concrete, one blueprint, one plan.

And Air Con Dad? He’s my dad. I’m still a fan.