Oblivion. There is a moment when this word will seem to you the sweetest that can exist in the world. That moment when memory becomes torture, a cage you can't get out of, a boulder that drags you down. The moment when you come back lucid, or desperate, enough to truly understand what you have become. And you just want to forget. "Oblivion." Those who know how to practice this procedure, certainly don't flaunt it around. But he's ready to make a good price when he meets a desperate person.
A machine doesn't work if even one component is missing. This procedure is no different.
There is no motivation to bicker like children. Your efforts will have been in vain if you don't cooperate.
It could have been you instead. And you will be there.
If you want to blow money out of this thing, you have to decide who is best suited to organize it. Obviously, it's you.
You can admit that others are smarter than you. But not smarter.
Envy is an ugly beast, they say. Well, I admit it, I am guilty.
We need to collaborate, they say. Bullshit. The others have to accept that you have to be the one to execute the process.