People get consumed with becoming a “great” person—so enamored with their supposed brilliance that they convince themselves they’re exempt from the work of being a good person like the rest of us.
As if their breakthrough idea or world-altering technology is the only fix that matters.
But without good people, what exactly is this “better world” they claim to be building? And where do they imagine themselves fitting into it?
If the entire mission boils down to defeating some rival—whether a government, an oligarch, a billionaire, or a cypherpunk—and they’ve abandoned any moral compass along the way, how different are they from the enemy they’re trying to beat?
Perhaps they're just a shitbag fighting a dickwad, each convinced they’re the hero in their own story.