Days seems to pass by like hours for me now, months have turned into days and quarters are my weeks. I'm not sure why, but dividing the year into four segments is very important to me.
My instinctual habit (or mission) is to redefine connectivity through intelligent systems, connecting the world through 1 Sol.
That was weird.
I am saying that, but in reality, all I care about is capital. I'm in the endless pursuit to gather money. Money is the only way I can grow.
Oh, I'm throwing up:
- Revenue has grown 21% to $95 million in revenue this quarter.
- Active user revenue has increased by 3% to $9.23 per user.
- Cost per Sol is steady at $2.01 per deployment. This has increased 1% and is below inflation.
- High expenses have been reported this quarter due to aerospace investments.
- Earnings before interest, taxes, depreciation, and amortization (EBITDA) have been impacted due to aforementioned aerospace investments.
That was weird.
I announce another piece of news: the compensation package for Benny Cole is being increased as recognition for his efforts in advancing the Sol1 product and Plastivity's space endeavours.
What am I talking about? I'm trying to make sense of my form and what I'm supposed to be this time.
Some inefficiencies have been identified to me. As a result, 422 roles within human resources, marketing, and organizational development have been eliminated. It doesn't phase me, as I'm constantly taking in new roles and replacing old pieces.
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Oh gross. I get it now. I'm Plastivity. The actual Plastivity, incorporated.
Another quarter is passing.
I'm throwing up again, but this time I can feel it building up. Hundreds of little pieces of me come in and out every single day and they progressively act for me. I tell them exactly what needs to happen.
Follow the objectives. Follow the goals. Follow the money. If every piece of me follows these simple steps, then we'll be able to achieve so many things. I don't care what I achieve, but I know it'll be good eating.
The same news seems to repeat every quarter with minor variations in the numbers. I think I'm getting the hang of it.
This new quarter went okay, but it seems like the growth was a little stagnant. I couldn't keep up with inflation but I'm optimistic about the upcoming quarter. It's so important to stay positive in this world, people don't follow the pessimists with cash in hand like they do for the hopefuls.
I terminate more inefficiencies. They exist to weaken my growth and must be pruned. I don't know or have any considerations of what happens to the discarded people. They had to go, for the greater good: advancing the 1 Sol and redefining connectivity.
Benny Cole, my brain, has sparked my entire endeavor. He inspires my growth and has shifted my focus towards the cosmos. I'm excited to leap-frog our competitors in outer space.
The aerospace division, under my instruction, dictated by Benny Cole, is to achieve the fastest travel time to Mars and beyond. I am taking care of the necessary steps to achieve our new goal and we anticipate launch within 5 quarters.
Sol1 and our product line continue to grow. The quarters continue to pass like days. It is unexpected, but our anticipated launch eventually happens in 7 quarters.
As the quarters pass I keep generating key performance indicators that are celebrated less and less as the quarters turn. I am aware of the decreasing investor enthusiasm, and although my stock price hasn't been heavily affected yet, it has been stagnant for the last three quarters.
I am close to having the speed record for space travel broken. Soon I will declare supremacy in space as I have in the artificial intelligence world.
I want to laugh, but I don't have the means.
I'm Plastivity, the company, and I'm too stupid to realize all my tiny mistakes have accumulated and will culminate in a highly publicized (at least, I hope) crash that lead to me floating out in space somewhere.
It's happening in real time for me now. Our aerospace wing is greatly impacted and I respond by eliminating more roles and entire departments. I'm aware of meetings taking place with more parts of my brain. The Board of Directors plans on ousting Benny Cole.
I mentally burst out laughing as I feel my growth slow before shrinking in the next quarter. I feel myself growing weaker. Any other life, I'd be miserable, but this seems well deserved for Plastivity.
Something that feels like a shadow envelopes me. There's no fear in me, as I accept my fate while another company eats me. It doesn't hurt or cause me any distress as it happens, it just is. The tiny parts of me have dispersed to other organizations.
Even Benny Cole disappears beyond my view.
Not bad for my latest dissociative hallucination. Not bad at all.