DEAD-END HARVEST Capital investors seem always happy expanding forever to grow thousands of millionaires from ever more billions of ad-driven shoppers who must endlessly spend on their trendy distinction and extend their credit to Moon, Mars and stars despite the forecast of bio Earth strangling on megaton waste, their Market mania to gamble for money failing to comprehend ecocide and extinction.

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