Big corporations are absurdly scathing in their devotion to profit—grieving nothing but the bottom line. They’ll mourn a quarterly loss longer than a human life, automate compassion, and trademark empathy if it could be monetized. Every penny is a hostage they refuse to release, clutching it with cold, mechanical precision while pretending to care through glossy ads and performative philanthropy. Their humanity is a PR campaign, their soul an Excel spreadsheet.