“What do you mean? The situation is the same as ever. The rich kids are just faster and better at what they’ve always done.” “What’s that?” “Using us. Throwing us away. And you know whatever’s gotten into them was made by some huge-ass corporation, and when the dust settles the executives will all get golden parachutes and float on over to the next empty spot waiting for some asshole to fill it, and all we’ll be is a footnote. A casualty statistic.”
