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Forget the other AI trades, do this [Bull and Bear Stock Market]( Dorian Gray glanced at the picture, and suddenly an uncontrollable feeling of hatred for Basil Hallward came over him, as though it had been suggested to him by the image on the canvas, whispered into his ear by those grinning lips. The mad passions of a hunted animal stirred within him, and he loathed the man who was seated at the table, more than in his whole life he had ever loathed anything. He glanced wildly around. Something glimmered on the top of the painted chest that faced him. His eye fell on it. He knew what it was. It was a knife that he had brought up, some days before, to cut a piece of cord, and had forgotten to take away with him. He moved slowly towards it, passing Hallward as he did so. As soon as he got behind him, he seized it and turned round. Hallward stirred in his chair as if he was going to rise. He rushed at him and dug the knife into the great vein that is behind the ear, crushing the man’s head down on the table and stabbing again and again. There was a stifled groan and the horrible sound of some one choking with blood. Three times the outstretched arms shot up convulsively, waving grotesque, stiff-fingered hands in the air. He stabbed him twice more, but the man did not move. Something began to trickle on the floor. He waited for a moment, still pressing the head down. Then he threw the knife on the table, and listened. He could hear nothing, but the drip, drip on the threadbare carpet. He opened the door and went out on the landing. The house was absolutely quiet. No one was about. For a few seconds he stood bending over the balustrade and peering down into the black seething well of darkness. Then he took out the key and returned to the room, locking himself in as he did so. The thing was still seated in the chair, straining over the table with bowed head, and humped back, and long fantastic arms. Had it not been for the red jagged tear in the neck and the clotted black pool that was slowly widening on the table, one would have said that the man was simply asleep. How quickly it had all been done! He felt strangely calm, and walking over to the window, opened it and stepped out on the balcony. The wind had blown the fog away, and the sky was like a monstrous peacock’s tail, starred with myriads of golden eyes. He looked down and saw the policeman going his rounds and flashing the long beam of his lantern on the doors of the silent houses. The crimson spot of a prowling hansom gleamed at the corner and then vanished. A woman in a fluttering shawl was creeping slowly by the railings, staggering as she went. Now and then she stopped and peered back. Once, she began to sing in a hoarse voice. The policeman strolled over and said something to her. She stumbled away, laughing. A bitter blast swept across the square. The gas-lamps flickered and became blue, and the leafless trees shook their black iron branches to and fro. He shivered and went back, closing the window behind him. Dear Reader, This is bad… We’ve never seen anything [like what’s coming in 3 months.]( The dot-com crash… the housing bubble… the covid-crash… Even the Great Depression is a blip compared to what some experts expect to hit this year. It’s called [The AI Singularity]( And it refers to the exact millisecond when AI breaks free from its shackles to grow BILLIONS of times more powerful than humans. Goldman Sachs says this technology could eventually automate up to 66% of American jobs… Like flipping a switch — lights out. That’s why everyone is pouring money into AI like it’s the last lifeboat on the Titanic. And once the singularity hits, the prices of AI companies will go into overdrive… But Microsoft, Google, and Nvidia are already too big to make a real fortune. Seriously, what’s the highest those big stocks could go? Double? MAYBE triple if the stars align? This is a once in a millennia economic revolution… And the media is telling you to be satisfied with the chance to only double your money. That’s like going to the Olympics and aiming for 6th place. This is America. We go for the gold — and we TAKE it. And my team [found an AI stock that we believe has the potential to multiply your money by up to THIRTEEN by 2030](. An increase of 12,400% — to be exact. Enough power to turn every $500 into $62,000… And every $5,000 into $620,000 — over half a million dollars. But the strangest feature of this stock isn’t its massive profit potential… It’s the industry it leads… [An industry so under the radar, you use it every day without even knowing.]( And even though it’s NOT an AI company… Its performance is directly linked to AI. Don’t take my word for it, just ask ChatGPT: [Text]( The AI itself says this little-known industry will grow at the same insane pace as AI. That’s why I expect this tiny group of stocks to absolutely skyrocket in price when the Singularity launches… If this sector isn’t discovered by traders first. If you’re thinking about investing in a tech shift [PricewaterhouseCoopers projects to grow six times bigger than the internet…]( [Then check this out.]( We’ve put all the details of this little-known industry in a short documentary about The Singularity and the impact it could have on the world… and on you, personally. [CLICK HERE TO VIEW “THE SINGULARITY CLOCK” NOW]( (Before it becomes public knowledge) I urge you to watch this video IMMEDIATELY — If you wait, the small sector (and its potential companies that have the potential to grow by over 12,000% over the coming years) could be revealed to the world… And your opportunity to invest in the sector with the biggest profit potential since Bitcoin is gone forever. [CLICK HERE TO VIEW “THE SINGULARITY CLOCK” NOW]( (Before it becomes public knowledge) [Signature] Shah Gilani Chief Investment Strategist, Money Morning Dorian Gray glanced at the picture, and suddenly an uncontrollable feeling of hatred for Basil Hallward came over him, as though it had been suggested to him by the image on the canvas, whispered into his ear by those grinning lips. The mad passions of a hunted animal stirred within him, and he loathed the man who was seated at the table, more than in his whole life he had ever loathed anything. He glanced wildly around. Something glimmered on the top of the painted chest that faced him. His eye fell on it. He knew what it was. It was a knife that he had brought up, some days before, to cut a piece of cord, and had forgotten to take away with him. He moved slowly towards it, passing Hallward as he did so. As soon as he got behind him, he seized it and turned round. Hallward stirred in his chair as if he was going to rise. He rushed at him and dug the knife into the great vein that is behind the ear, crushing the man’s head down on the table and stabbing again and again. There was a stifled groan and the horrible sound of some one choking with blood. Three times the outstretched arms shot up convulsively, waving grotesque, stiff-fingered hands in the air. He stabbed him twice more, but the man did not move. Something began to trickle on the floor. He waited for a moment, still pressing the head down. Then he threw the knife on the table, and listened. He could hear nothing, but the drip, drip on the threadbare carpet. He opened the door and went out on the landing. The house was absolutely quiet. No one was about. For a few seconds he stood bending over the balustrade and peering down into the black seething well of darkness. Then he took out the key and returned to the room, locking himself in as he did so. The thing was still seated in the chair, straining over the table with bowed head, and humped back, and long fantastic arms. Had it not been for the red jagged tear in the neck and the clotted black pool that was slowly widening on the table, one would have said that the man was simply asleep. How quickly it had all been done! He felt strangely calm, and walking over to the window, opened it and stepped out on the balcony. The wind had blown the fog away, and the sky was like a monstrous peacock’s tail, starred with myriads of golden eyes. He looked down and saw the policeman going his rounds and flashing the long beam of his lantern on the doors of the silent houses. The crimson spot of a prowling hansom gleamed at the corner and then vanished. A woman in a fluttering shawl was creeping slowly by the railings, staggering as she went. Now and then she stopped and peered back. Once, she began to sing in a hoarse voice. The policeman strolled over and said something to her. She stumbled away, laughing. A bitter blast swept across the square. The gas-lamps flickered and became blue, and the leafless trees shook their black iron branches to and fro. He shivered and went back, closing the window behind him. [Bull and Bear Stock Market]( Sometimes, colleagues of BABSM share special offers with us that we think our readers should be made aware of. Above is one such special opportunity that we believe deserves your attention. 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