I met a traveller from an contemporary time,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of steel
Stand in the dirt. . . . Near them, in the grime,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose grin,
And empty eyes, a worn contempt sublime,
Tell that its sculptor well those markets read
Which yet survive, stamped on these soulless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the billboard, these words project:
PALANTIR: Ensuring security;
Using your data, our aim is to protect!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level mires stretch far away.

:look-at-this: this jabroni secretly thinks social conditions will not be uprooted with time; look at them! their rigid analysis doesn't even accomodate for the ouroboric nature of capitalism! don't they know that there is no venture that will ever be infinitely sustainable, and the societal specialization of work into a field with inflated value merely shortens the amount of time before the rate of profit within said venture begins to diminish? get a load of this stick in the mud, I tell ya what.