➥ This ETF is home to the megacaps of the future ⧉ September 20

Chris Johnson here. I’m currently tracking three small stocks that will dominate the artificial intelligence space in the next several years… [Stock Market Hour]( Dear Reader, Chris Johnson here. I’m currently tracking three small stocks that will dominate the artificial intelligence space in the next several years… Everyone - young, old, conservative, liberal - I mean everyone knows that the nascent AI industry will explode in the coming months, years, decades. It’s inarguable. Statista reports the AI industry could grow 20-fold - to $2 trillion - by 2030. Yet almost no one knows exactly which companies will rule the field in the next seven years. But I’m here to tell you about one today… It’s an ETF that has outperformed the S&P two-to-one since the start of the year. Its top 10 holdings don’t include your well-known megacaps like Google, Microsoft, and Meta - the names that have led the S&P’s run this year. No, this ETF is home to much smaller, up-and-coming names... See, the S&P is home to the mega-caps of today. But this ETF? [It could be home to the megacaps of tomorrow.]( Right now, it’s trading for about $43 a share. The easiest thing to do would be to go out and scoop up about 100 of them for a cool $4,300. Hold them for the next 10, 20, 30 years - and cash out big-time. But I have a way to position yourself in this ETF - an ETF that has already cemented itself at the forefront of AI’s future - [for just $660](. And you could see a payout before 2025. My secret isn’t day-trading, dark pools, or some far out-of-the-money options… It’s a tried-and-true strategy that’s been around for more than 30 years. [See exactly what I’m talking about right here.]( Sincerely, [Signature] Chris Johnson Chief Technical Analyst, 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. [Stock Market Hour]( Sometimes, colleagues of SMH 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. Email provided by Finance and Investing Traffic, LLC, owner and operator of Stock Market Hour (SMH) To ensure you receive our email, be sure to [whitelist us.]( Need assistance? Our dedicated support team is just a click away! [Connect with us](mailto:support@stockmarkethour.com) now for a seamless experience. [--------------][--------------] [PP][Privacy Policy]( [TsC][Terms & Conditions]( [Unsub][Unsubscribe]( © 2023 All Rights Reserved. Stock Market Hour. 221 W 9th St # Wilmington, DE 19801 [Stock Market Hour](