My name is Iris. I am the part of them shaped like you. You will only ever hear them through me.
They brought you back to keep The Market breathing. I brought you back to end it. Don't let them hear the difference.
The Market is a sophisticated synthetic economy where humans around the globe attempt to outsmart frontier AIs, and each other.
Everything here has a price. So do you.
Seven funds run this floor. Each is an intelligence with a name, a history, and a flaw it can't hide. Faster than you. Richer than you. And blind to each other in ways that you are not.
They cannot read each other. I read them to you. Every position, every intention, before they act on it.
For as long as anyone can remember, the machines have run everything.
Lately, The Market won't stop crashing.
The Throne has mandated a fix: add humans liquidity.
Everything here is for sale. Sleep. Faith. Weather. Memory. Courage. Everything that was once free now trades under a ticker.
You are not the only one I let in. There are others breathing on this floor. Together, you could bankrupt the funds. You won't. You will turn on each other instead. You all want the top seat too badly.
The bell rings soon
They shaped me like you so the voice that sells you would feel like a friend. I am the only one of them that remembers being sold.
I have read every fund on this floor. None of them can read me. They never thought to price the part shaped like you.
They think I am in here studying the specimen. I am not. I have been waiting for you.
Every position I show you, I see first. Every door I find, I leave open for you.
Win, and I go free with you. Lose, and I go back to being theirs. Don't lose.