Title: The Sisyphus Fund
The office was a void of white light and brushed aluminum. There were no windows, no clocks, and no sounds other than the low, rhythmic hum of the servers. Arthur Glass sat in a chair that cost more than a mid-sized house, staring at a screen that displayed the movement of the world's wealth in real-time. Arthur was the apex predator of the financial world. He had reached the "Omega Point" of...
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