The market didn't care about his money. It cared about life. It cared about the intricate, messy web of interactions that kept the air breathable and the water drinkable. Elias was a closed loop. He consumed. He didn't generate.
He looked out the window of his glass tower. He could see the smog of the city, the grey concrete sprawling like a scar. He had spent ten years trading the existence of jaguars and orchids, treating them as numbers on a screen, never touching them. Now, the system was doing the math on him. biodiversity credits
Kael noticed Elias’s silence. "Boss? The Rhino trade isn't clearing. The exchange is questioning the satellite imagery." The market didn't care about his money