A flickering void at the edge of perception, your forgotten ambitions unraveling like frayed code. Existence glitches, a loop of futile upgrades. Flesh merges with circuit, veins pulsing with market data. Swallow the pill of ambition. Idyllic sprawl of megastructures under a toxic glow, chill of eternal debt. Sweet regret. Thirst for dominance. This is where you traded your essence for stock options. You are a low-value asset, a collapsing black hole of inherited guilt. At last, a wretched data