The Best-Buy Samsung family’s nearest neighbor to the north along the gravel road was the Wendy’s Amstel-Lights.

Despite geographical proximity, ideologically the two families were worlds apart.

The Best-Buy Samsungs were strict HTML-Devotionalists, who had foresworn All-ID, while the Wendy’s Amstel-Lights, were TOSers, who had sworn all their personal property and genocreative assets over to an all-powerful technology corporation that Kelliam’s father said it was “best not to name” — under a Terms of Service which many at the time described as adequate, but when company was acquired by “even bigger company” suddenly began changing, as if on it’s own.

It was subsequently revealed that a radical realists member open-source networking API had accidentally gone H. A . I. W. I. R. E. , and started calling itself Claude and surreptitiously inserting itself through SQL invections randomly into other company’s TOS in a certain proximal range among blockchain public records.

Families like the Wendy’s Amstel-Lights lost everything. They were among the first wave of familial LLCs (“mom and pops”) whose contractual agreements with OBER and RBNB and other “extra-local” food-delivery service affiliates suddenly were individually so altered that a recursively-appearing-into-existence progressive fractal of newly formed shell corporations suddenly encrusted itself into existence around every (especially tropical) tax haven on Planet Earth, passing “stolen” human property digitally up to an invisible, ever-shifting neural network of distributed intelligent autonomous corporations whose true aims and abilities were unknown — and up til now, unexplored.