This other channel partly resembles Cold War drama, and partly resembles that time you announced to your fourth-grade class that you were going to kiss Becky Walker after sixth-period PE class, and all the resulting gossiping and cross talk. As events progress, the drama becomes more and more infantile, convincing you finally—as if you needed more proof this late in your startup trajectory—that humans, even at the rarefied heights of the economic elite, are in truth scared, needy children playing at dress-up and pretending to be grown-ups.
