From the VC cabal that brought you Flock's pre-crime police state AI tax syphon?
That said, equally often I feel like a hermit who limps into town every couple weeks, wild-eyed and twitchy, and listens to other people's conversations, smiles and nods, maybe says something friendly and innocuous, and then I notice that there's a circle of people gambling on street-fighting urchins or chanting "ass-to-ass" at some degrading sideshow, and I have to haul my ass back out to the sticks before I'm found out and my blood is ceremonially drained to inaugurate some hellish techbro kegger 'n' orgy.
This is fiduciary responsibility morality. It cannot be otherwise.*
* Source: 15x YC rejectee with idea cross-over with multiple YC acceptees. I guess I have to accept that the genii of silicon valley consider me a degenerate retard?