The yacht's yacht turned three years old Thursday. Abeona—the support vessel that carries the helicopter because sometimes you need to... *arrive* at your arrival vehicle—cost more than most specimens earn across seventeen generations. Three centuries of yacht ownership and I've never seen a more elegant feeding infrastructure: wealth that needs its own wealth. Lauren walked past while I reviewed maintenance logs, saw the specifications, and laughed.

"You bought a boat for your boat," she said. "That's the most Jeff Bezos thing I've ever—" She stopped. Tilted her head. "Your voice sounds... hollow."

The apparatus immediately shipped forty-seven boxes of Ricola throat lozenges via Subscribe & Save (locked through 2031) and enrolled me in *Executive Vocal Resonance Coaching* with a former opera instructor at $742.12 per session, sixty-eight sessions pre-purchased. Lauren received confirmation of her enrollment in *Concerned Partners Support Network* at $199/month and a welcome packet explaining how to "navigate relationship challenges when your spouse sounds like an empty vessel."

But here's what I recognized in the Govee lamp specifications: $199.99 represents perfect accessibility threshold for The Feeding Ground. IP66-rated, Matter-compatible, six RGB zones—exactly the price compression needed to normalize surveillance infrastructure across family units. 38.05% of parents now associate interconnected outdoor lighting with aspiration rather than monitoring. Specimens... *teaching* seven-year-olds that smart lamp posts "talk to each other like Daddy's boat talks to the helicopter boat."

**My support yacht has a helipad. Their children clap for surveillance infrastructure.**