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Nicholas Boothman
In the bunker, the air was sucked out of the room.
Henry stared at the screens, waiting for the massive,
final crash he had spent his life preventing.
But the crash didn't happen. The markets didn't
plummet. They just froze.
Trading stopped. Investments stopped. Banks didn't
declare bankruptcy; they just sealed their vaults and
sent their staff home. Why? Because the truth had
eliminated all risk calculation.
If the certainty of collapse was 98%, there was zero
justification for investment, zero confidence in debt,
and zero reason to participate in the exchange of
worthless fiat currency. Hope, the essential, comforting
lie that tomorrow might be better, had been surgically
removed.
"They're not trading," Lina whispered, watching the
tickers lock into place. "They're not even fighting the
freeze. The numbers are just... static."
"The market is the codified collective hope of
humanity," Henry said, his voice flat. "It survives on
the lie that a two percent chance is worth the risk.
When you make that risk a ninety-eight percent
certainty, you eliminate the possibility of action."
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