Mechanism

Once I understood the helplessness and loneliness, I became obsessed with people.

Once I understood the market and the mechanism, I became obsessed with time.

Each drop slipped away was another coin of treasure to be earned.

I woke up and ran blind robots, watched their fingers twitch and click and push.

I could make 300 treasure an hour. 300t/hour. The hardest part was waking up and starting to play. So if I start the morning, or rather, the middle of the night, pressing buttons, I could gain the maximum value for the next eight hours. How much was that? Actually, it doesn't matter. Any money is more than no money. A hoarded pile of money meant money for accidents, for medication you didn't know you needed until the accident. Greed was only a function of time.

I wish you were punished if you were greedy. That would have been a cry to get me to stop. But I had nothing else in my life but pain. If there was something I could master, then it had to be this.

So instead I grew with the fertilizer of punishment. I could be better than everyone else. But only in this. If it were taken away, I would have nothing.

How can you say that we were the same?

But I suppose that's it. If someone's weak in a certain way, it's better for the rest of the family to forget them...