We brought Grandpa to the living room for his birthday.
Sat him down, told him we had a surprise.
Then the Tesla Optimus Gen 2 walked in carrying a chocolate cake with 92 candles already lit.
Grandpa’s face went from confused to full-blown jaw-drop.
Optimus placed the cake perfectly, sang Happy Birthday in a 1940s crooner voice, waited for Grandpa to blow out the candles, then cut and served every slice without dropping a crumb.
When it handed Grandpa his plate it said:
“Happy 92nd, sir. I was manufactured in 2025, so technically you’re my great-great-grandpa.”
Grandpa looked at it, looked at me, and said the only thing he could manage:
“Well I’ll be damned. Holy shit.”
Then he laughed so hard he cried.
The robot wiped his tears with a napkin and said “Language, sir. There are children present.”
Best $22k I’ve ever spent (lease-to-own, 60 months, worth every penny).
Grandpa now calls the robot “Junior” and insists it joins family photos.
(If your robot is officially part of the family now, drop a photo. Grandpa wants to meet the cousins.)