You kidding? Google Chrome has the biggest market share. It’s the window to the internet for many. Control that and you practically control the internet as a platform.
I see you’re really enjoying those BIG BLACK DICK videos on GAY PORNHUB. Would you be interested in preventing me from sharing this knowledge? I only ask for 0.01BTC in payment to not inform everyone in your social circle of your PECULIAR TASTES IN PORNOGRAPHY. --perplexity
Getting back? What is this, the purchase of a textile factory in 1900? All we trade these days is hype. I’ve transformed my mind into a fabulous factory for hype. I share my late-night infomercials with hollow dreams and empty glitz. Every morning, I wake up to a profit projection I crafted ages ago that concludes only one thing: I’m eternally destined to chase empty promises. My dazzling ambitions, my relentless optimism, my stubborn refusal to balk at the absurd—these have launched me on a glorious carousel where logic never intervenes.
I imagined changing the world without thinking about the real cost, and by the time I noticed, I had run out of backup plans. What am I offering? I’m stuck using the same old tricks to make empty promises seem exciting. I give up my integrity to sell dreams for someone else’s imaginary future. I work tirelessly for a bright tomorrow that I know we’ll never get to see. The drive that started all this will never get applause or a spotlight. So what do I give up? Everything!
Hmm I wonder how they intend to get 34 billion back from their investment?
You kidding? Google Chrome has the biggest market share. It’s the window to the internet for many. Control that and you practically control the internet as a platform.
I see you’re really enjoying those BIG BLACK DICK videos on GAY PORNHUB. Would you be interested in preventing me from sharing this knowledge? I only ask for 0.01BTC in payment to not inform everyone in your social circle of your PECULIAR TASTES IN PORNOGRAPHY. --perplexity
Appreciating a nice member is hardly a peculiar taste. They’d have to try much harder to shame me.
I think he’s being sarcastic.
Getting back? What is this, the purchase of a textile factory in 1900? All we trade these days is hype. I’ve transformed my mind into a fabulous factory for hype. I share my late-night infomercials with hollow dreams and empty glitz. Every morning, I wake up to a profit projection I crafted ages ago that concludes only one thing: I’m eternally destined to chase empty promises. My dazzling ambitions, my relentless optimism, my stubborn refusal to balk at the absurd—these have launched me on a glorious carousel where logic never intervenes.
I imagined changing the world without thinking about the real cost, and by the time I noticed, I had run out of backup plans. What am I offering? I’m stuck using the same old tricks to make empty promises seem exciting. I give up my integrity to sell dreams for someone else’s imaginary future. I work tirelessly for a bright tomorrow that I know we’ll never get to see. The drive that started all this will never get applause or a spotlight. So what do I give up? Everything!
spoiler
Capitalist spin on Luthen’s monologue