Happiness should be a constant, Marcus. Everyone gets the exact same amount. You have the choice to knock it back all at once or sip it slowly like fine wine.
With a neon blue usage indicator?
It can’t have been the original plan, that some creatures have it laid out for them while others have no chance at finding it at all. Where did it start to go wrong?
Some would call it karma.
That complicates the mechanics and oversight by its sheer size. And random selection is almost cruel.
All that telemetry we generate must be getting processed somewhere.
Unless, happiness itself is in our imagination, just an opiate that our hyperactive senses conjure at will.
And grief, my dear, is its real counterpoint.
see the darkness
bring meaning to light