Geborgtes 𖦹 Wachstum

We pay, we defend, we rent. We own less and less. It starts harmlessly, with a rose, great weather and a refuelling that hit three digits for the first time. An hour later the three are asking whether, faced with a future intelligence, we will end up as the chimpanzee in the cockpit. Anyone who thinks these are two separate conversations has not yet spotted the common thread. Because in between lies always the same question: who pays, and who ends up owning the return?