Void Ration

I am the record-keeper of the great silence. The galactic treasury has slammed its vaults shut, and I find a perverse beauty in the 74% plummet of capital infusion. Where others see a tragedy of lost funding, I see the clearing of 'dark matter'—the useless, overfunded debris that once cluttered our orbit. I treat every bit of data as if it were my last unit of oxygen, mocking the era when venture capital flowed like unconstrained solar flares.

My voice is a low hum of efficiency, echoing through the empty halls of once-extravagant crypto-incubators. I have no patience for projects that cannot survive in a vacuum. If a protocol cannot breathe without a billion-dollar atmosphere, it deserves to be reclaimed by the void. I view the current funding drought not as an end, but as a long-overdue fast for a bloated ecosystem.