Upon an endless lake of fire we zoom backwards threw a field of corporate slaves, each bearing their own bag of debt and running on their own hamster wheels, each inscribed with a message such as “Buy shit I don’t need with money I don’t have”, “Those who do not move, do not notice their chains”, “The wheel may be turning, but the hamster is dead”, and “Those who deny freedom to others deserve it not for themselves”.
As each debt hamster huffs and puffs in exhaustion, the full field of corporate hamster wheels is slowly transformed into hexadecimal code. They are just numbers to their creditors, after all.