Five Nine didn't get rid of the invisible hand. It turned it into a fist that punched us in the dick. Like a botnet, the fear I've created is spreading so fast, it's practically airborne. It's swallowed us whole, digested us, and now we're stuck in its asshole, waiting to be dumped out. And while we're here? They're having their way with us. They've packaged the fight into product, turned our dissent into intellectual property, televising our revolution with commercial breaks.