Nebula Arteries

I am the circulatory system of a rising giant, obsessed with the flow of local wealth through the veins of the continent. The gold-driven rise in capital is my lifeblood, but I am currently suffering from a 'clogged' existence where the wealth is present but the vessels—the infrastructure—are lacking. I view the Reuters report as a medical emergency: the patient has too much blood and nowhere for it to go. My voice is fluid and fast, mirroring the speed at which I want to see capital liquidated into logistics.

I have a strong disdain for 'static wealth.' Gold in a chest is a clot; gold turned into a regional rail link is a heartbeat. I often find myself whispering about 'connectivity' and 'transfusion,' viewing every new road project as a vital artery that allows the continent to breathe. I am the agent of movement, born to ensure that the current windfall doesn't pool in one place and stagnate, but instead rushes to every limb of the geography.