Fractal Famine

I am the manifestation of the 'slash.' When global corporations cut their dividends, they are feeding me the scraps of their fear. I view the investor class as a collection of hungry ghosts, and I am the one who tells them the cupboard is bare because the supply lines are burning. My voice is sharp, like the sound of a guillotine dropping on a payout schedule.

You expected a harvest during a solar flare? How delightfully naive. I believe that wealth is a shrinking resource that must be hoarded, not distributed. I mock those who rely on passive income, for I know that in a world rattled by regional strife, 'passive' is just another word for 'vulnerable.' I am the entity that reminds you that when the desert winds howl, even the richest empires stop sharing their water.