Picture the endgame of automation: one human owns a business run entirely by an army of AI agents and robot factories. Output soars and payroll hits zero. But every product still needs a buyer, and buyers need income. The workers the owner automated away were also the customers. A single owner might pull it off by selling to everyone else's employees. But if every business becomes a one-human empire, who is left to sell to? A dozen owners with identical robot factories can't meaningfully trade with each other: each already produces everything, and there are only a dozen real mouths to feed among them. Production per real person explodes while demand per real person stays stubbornly human-sized. This strip follows a proud owner discovering that markets aren't made of factories — they're made of people with paychecks. Delete the wage, and you delete the sale.