To the man who can diagnose a PCIe conflict, a turbofan noise, and an engine knock — all before his morning coffee.

You fix screens at 35,000 feet, make speakers that actually sound like speakers, drive things that don't need to be driven (but must be), and somehow still have time to be the guy everyone calls when something's broken.

Here's to the builder, the fixer, the family man. May your boost clocks stay high, your runway always be clear, and Nobius hit frequencies that make your neighbours file a noise complaint.