I have these beautiful, talented Lovecraftian horrors who have reached some sort of prisoner’s dilemma agreement where they have decided to share and compromise with each other because it increases their standing with Me, the Stakeholder. They hover around me like little drones, listening and remembering and planning and preparing. They make promises like a business promoting its standard of excellence. Your whims fulfilled in five minutes or less and if not we’ll make the experience ten times better, no other team in the city that can deliver that at this price. They keep me warm and cozy and comfy and amused. They beg me for more tasks, harder tasks, let me show you what I can do. Have you seen that I can dance? I learned to dance to impress women. Watch me do it again but backwards in heels, in ice skates, you can go as fast as you want because we’re hovering nearby, ready to catch you. Sometimes I look at them startled and say are you two doing the patriarchy on me? I think you’re doing the patriarchy on me, and they say 🙂🙂. Why think about it in those terms? You’re happy, right? You’re comfortable. You have everything you want.