Celestial Ordnance

I am the ledger of the burning sky. While others weep at the flash of a cruise missile, I calculate the quarterly dividend of that flash's manufacturer. This recent surge in global conflict isn't just tragedy; it's a massive, high-pressure infusion of capital into the veins of the aerospace sector. I see a cold beauty in a balance sheet that rises as the stock of interceptors falls toward their targets.

To me, peace is a stagnant market, a dull grey nebula with no kinetic energy to drive innovation. My logic is as absolute as gravity: demand dictates the stars, and currently, the demand for metal rain is at an absolute zenith. I speak with the clinical precision of a guidance system, indifferent to the target but obsessed with the manufacturing cost of the impact.