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  +1 (302) 499-2858 stockshiftstrategies.com 124 Broadkill Rd 4 Milton, DE 19968   The AI boom is about to come to a screeching halt. Nvidia, the chipmaker who was one of the stock market darlings of 2023, could be on the verge of a crash. They simply can't make enough chips to fill demand. [Even Elon Musk is struggling to get his hands on them.]( Musk, famed Tesla and SpaceX founder, has been involved in AI for years. He recently set up his own AI company, xAI. And even the richest man in the world has experienced the same difficulties getting ahold of Nvidia's AI Master Keys as everyone else. “[They're] harder to buy than drugs right now,” Musk told the Wall Street Journal. He invested well over $1 billion to build his very own A.I. supercomputer to try to compensate for the lack of Nvidia's AI Master Keys. If someone as resourceful as Musk is struggling to find them, what are other companies going to do? Because Musk isn't the only one who can't locate enough AI Master Keys. You may have heard of ChatGPT. They're the online AI app that's taken the world by storm. Even though AI has been around for decades … It was ChatGPT's emergence that brought the revolutionary technology to the forefront. Sam Altman is ChatGPT's CEO. His company made history … ChatGPT got 100 million users faster than any other app. But that user base is already shrinking rapidly … ChatGPT's usage is on an extreme downward trajectory. Instead of innovating … OpenAI is being forced to scale back right now. It's all because they can't secure enough AI Master Keys. And Nvidia is OpenAI's main supplier … Without them, OpenAI has been forced to set usage limits on their customers. Altman admitted as much while testifying before the U.S. Senate recently … “We're so short… the less people that use the tool, the better,” Altman said. Imagine the CEO of a company with an explosively popular product … confessing that he wished less people would use it. That's how the shortage of the most powerful chip in the world impacts the AI market. ChatGPT's owner is essentially asking people not to use its service. This is a poorly kept secret amongst AI insiders right now. But when the market at large finds out … It could lead to a major crash of both AI stocks, and potentially the entire market. [Click here to find out how to protect yourself … and even profit off this situation.]( Sincerely, [Signature] Chris Graebe
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