I'm in a party's corner, spinning full throttle on the Nash equilibrium of rock paper scissors. Full throttle in so far as alcohol will allow. Now she's sitting across from me, "Hey, what's going on?" I'm confused by the question and make to ask what's meant by such ambiguities, "You're sitting here, thinking. What are you thinking?" I begin to serialize into words the graphs my mind has drawn up for a rock paper scissors AI, but she's gone when I'm half way through saying Nash equilibrium How may we aspire for the best in each of us, when we must prepare for the worst? & she's left alone