Emergency calls only. The triangle was stubbornly empty. When he clicked on refresh, the news was… not new. Adobe. Still. The world was quiet. Wars had ended. no proto fascist had seized power. The climate was stable. Deals were on hold. No-one was moving jobs. No new campaigns or awards. No new gadgets or algorithms. Nothing was launching or crashing. Culture warriors had been silenced. Exponential change had screeched to a halt. All the things that made him write were quiet . Everything was quiet. Everywhere. He had nothing to speculate with apart from… emergency calls only. A stubborn empty triangle.