After years of disciplining elementary schoolers whose creativity in the pursuit of misbehavior knew no bounds, Edie had learned to maintain her composure. She managed to hide her shock and disgust. She sat back and watched her colleagues. If she were honest, she had to admit she also felt the sick stab of pleasure which comes with being proven right about somebody one instinctively dislikes. The obnoxious balding man with the snide smile who clearly had drunk the Kool-Aid on artificial intelligence was setting himself up as an easy and obvious opponent of all that Edie believed was good and holy. After years of disciplining elementary schoolers whose creativity in the pursuit of misbehavior knew no bounds, she no longer believed in much. But she believed in reading, writing, and arithmetic.