Ian and I talked on his walkie talkies until the beeping of the dying batteries cut our conversation short as we drove south along the Sea of Cortez. We rambled from growing apart from college friends to projects we've worked on together, love won and love lost, and the looming title wave of AI. Ian and I met in the winter of 2008 and have stayed frie…
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