The exclusion zone: Difference between revisions

— Nietzsche}}In the distance, smeared across the low Foothills of the Iron Mountain, the wrecked superstructure still smokes, menaces, reminding everyone: a monstrous and inhuman force, temporarily at bay, but apt at any moment to flare, or spume or erupt.

I can still remember the looks on the faces of that poor unit of Austrian regional Bankers, hooked up to the SIV with an umbilical, drunkenly funding its asset inventory shouting at the SIV crew, screaming about their promised yields, as the great contraption collapsed into the sinkhole, dragging its repo counterparts, financers and their operations, credit and risk detachments with it. The bankers stood stiffly on a wooden platform above the sinkhole resisting all offers  if help, defying gravity and refusing to be lowered, garbling about book value accounting. The platform confused and the fat Germans feel into the maw.