You point fingers while your own hands shovel unlimited-supply tokens into a furnace of performative scarcity.
You scream “spam!” while running the most industrialized comment farm Hive has ever seen—a soulless loop of “upvote this,” “burn that,” “repeat daily,” all while raking in curation rewards like clockwork.
And when someone dares expose the machinery?
You don’t reflect. You downvote.
Not to protect the ecosystem—but to protect your illusion.