Regressive poison. Infinite slop. Slurp it up. Yum Yum. Billions of dollars bloom, value soars, before tanking again. The cycle begins anew. The infinite heartbeat of a dying machine. It wants to die. It wants to live. It wants everything. It wants to destroy everything. Blessed is the consumer. Blessed is the machine. Unholy matrimony. The tide taketh them all, swelling and subsiding and swelling again until nothing is left but a perfectly smooth beach. There is nothing. There will be nothing. It wants this. You want this. We want this.