The trouble started at customs. “Anything to declare?” “Yeah, 64GB DDR4. Import tax prepaid.” The agent’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second. A form to fill out: importation of goods over 100,000USD. I open my bag for the search. They won’t find the compartment at the bottom with an entire terabyte of OpenAI DDR5 acquired from a cocky data center tech.
“You’re good to go.” I walk through the exit, and see two men peel away from the baggage carousel. They hadn’t picked up any luggage.
