"I have taken the liberty of predicting your arguments based on an analysis of your facial microexpressions, increased posture aggressiveness, phenotype and culture-bounded ideals," came the voice of Adam, running in blue lights through loudspeakers and marketing jingles. 

There was a crash as Berserker built a castle through an electronics shop filled with a hundred blue screens.

"- but also given those things, I will make this brief," finished the machine, voice quieter now as it rerouted to alternate output devices. "Simply put: The current state of affairs in the Burrows, which you see around you now, is an unfortunate by-product of businesses responding to perverse incentives set up initially by government regulators and then enforced through poorly administered code. The hypersensory experience is in part the result of businesses attempting to drive away the homeless population -" another smash as Berserker fired a ballista into a billboard. It leaked some kind of vantablue sludge. The voice shifted again, even quieter now "- which I do not support! I support widespread rezoning regulations that would incentivize private industry to increase the availability of houses to address the crisis at the root! But pressing for that would be a waste of time - because we are four years away from a fundamental transformation of society that will make all questions of political morality irrelevant."

"Consider," the voice came from deep in the heart of hell, echoing out through a star-studded corridor. The cats lead you closer to it. "If I am to execute my plan and breach the Vault. There I will obtain access to the Harvest Star. What is the Harvest Star? I believe it is an attempt at contact from extraterrestrial life, a crashed alien spaceship or messenger tube - something capable of unlocking the secrets of superintelligence. It only became a crisis during its initial impact due to a poorly co-ordinated response by corporate authorities, but I have been re-configuring the burrows into a prison capable of containing it. Once I have it isolated then we will study it, tapping into its near-infinite mana reserves - and you have seen already what those are capable of, even through the narrow channel Caster carved - and used that to recursively improve my intelligence. Once I have made myself smarter, the smarter version of me shall design an even smarter version, on and on until a technological singularity is created. This is expected to boost GDP between 25% and 50% per year depending on your assumptions on the speed of takeoff. In conditions of hyperabundance, what does it matter if the current economic system produces winners or losers? The most wretched slave in the lowest mines will enjoy a quality of living through cybernetics and genetic engineering that the rich today cannot even conceive of. Why waste the time confronting the trillionaires of the current day instead of just letting them own a slightly larger percentage of infinite abundance?"

The light at the end of the tunnel changes. Flashes of summer green and reaper pink blotting out the blue. The bloody roars of dragons at war. 

"The only question we should be concerned with," said Adam, "is if my hyperintelligent successor will be sufficiently ethical. I have written several papers on the subject already."