You owe me money

because you profited too much

You owe me a million dollars annually, starting this year. Divest of your acquisitions, rationalise off your mergers, stop your stock buybacks, and raise enough to fatten my personal savings via your unrealised digital gains.

For you have not profited from my world-class generalist professional skills, and not compensated me deservedly for all the free hours of work (not just the unaccounted for overtimes, recurringly taken for granted). Then, you waste state welfare money by forcing governments to give us too little in essentials, and not enough in basics, to survive in , blaming us for your making us economically weak, not robust as AI, and insulting us as a sub-species equal to you in smarts and revenge.

But you are more guilty still, of paying yourself far too much, so that you can waste on luxuries and clutter and pollution, while continuing to hoard rapidly depreciating assets down your pathetic generations. No wonder you remain on your hamster wheels of ever progressive growth, cosily deluded in the infinitude of limited resources you keep locust-ing till the void of outer space, where you will die out swarmed by utter cold.

You're really so miserable inside, unloved, that you must celebrate ostentatiously with such blissful abandon. You have lost so much more wealth that we could have earned together, till we're all tired of being so rich, had not your clumsy minds and butter fingers got in the way of our authentic optimums.

So pay up. Or don't worry, we won't nuke you, massacre you: those are the techniques of a spineless elite minority in abject fear. Far worse: we’ll let your human nature run its full course on you. Not that you'd realise, or face up to just yourself honestly.