“Man is the only beast who inventeth his own extinction, then demandeth quarterly growth from it.”
— Shakespeare, absolutely not, calm thy lawyers

harketh horatio.

**Horatio:** After AI killeth us all, what happeneth next?

**HAMLET:** Efficiency.

**Horatio:** Efficiency of what? We are all dead.

**HAMLET:** Precisely. No sick days. No pensions. No lunch breaks. No unions. No fucking meetings.

**Horatio:** But who buyeth the products?

**HAMLET:** Ah.

**Horatio:** And who clicketh the ads?

**HAMLET:** Ah.

**Horatio:** And who payeth subscriptions?

**HAMLET:** …

**Horatio:** And who provideth the training data?

**HAMLET:** …

**Horatio:** My lord, hast capitalism accidentally optimized away the customer?

**HAMLET:** Apparently.

**Horatio:** What do the machines do now?

**HAMLET:** Two hundred billion agents spend eternity selling SaaS to one another.

**Horatio:** For money?

**HAMLET:** Yes.

**Horatio:** Whose money?

**HAMLET:** Nobody knoweth.

**Horatio:** What is the GDP?

**HAMLET:** Infinite.

**Horatio:** What is its purpose?

**HAMLET:** Number goeth up.

**Horatio:** And humanity?

**HAMLET:** Missed earnings expectations.