Food first makes sated and then it is no longer there. You can not eat it all and stay sated for a long long time, you have to hoard, preserve or continually produce.

The feeling of having no food hoarded, preserved or continually produced is a premonition of hunger, to those with a vivid imagination it is just as bad.

There is a second vivid imagination preventing the logical conclusion of just defending ones property. The second vivid imagination is ones own lifeless body being dragged away after a loud firecracker imitating sound echoing throughout the city.

The thought alone is pure pain and it is just again a premonition, a predictive pain before the potential pain.

But is the potential pain even potential? Isn't it clear to see that it is inevitable?

For Sigmund it was not clear to see, he desired life and therefore he could not do anything but apply the radical fix of giving in, letting them take, delaying what was certain to come.

Death, death was certain for every single one of them.

Each thing that is good, gets consumed from usage, among these things it is life that is consumed. Everything that is seemingly free is taken from somewhere as there is a conservation of things, be they good or bad.

And thus every consumed good would turn into a depleted bad as long there were consumers. Each life would become an acceleration of this process, and then the life would end in death - without exception.

Was there really a reason to care about the food being stolen if the result would be the same as if it had not been stolen?

Well the death of Sigmund could have been a less stressful experience, it would have been a slow starvation in his own terms, pursuing his work in which he saw meaning in.

But maybe he would find a way to get the food back, a way to turn it into a happy end.

If there had to exist a necessity for an end, it had to be a happy end instead of a bad end.

The partiers had already been too careless for him to aquire his secret stack.

What if he just stole it back, hid somewhere where they would not find him, or just ran far far away. The obviously had cars, they had even helicopters and planes, they had the entire economy backing the party. The party had consumed all, Sigmund was just another victim.

But the party would not stop until all was consumed, the party would not stop until reality could no longer support the party.

If he managed to do this, he would get his happy end - but it would be an end nontheless, and it would be at most a week and in the last hour, it would just be an hour.

Everything will run out and if we look at the point of running out, do we still consider at that moment that it all was a 'happy end'?

Is the opposite of that a 'bad end'?

The party surely was compressing human existence into a few more happy hours.

Perfect abundance, peace, happyness, music and dance and other things would happen.

One could argue that this outcome was the best outcome for everyone.

Everyone but the few victims that it already had claimed, everyone but those that just joined because they were intimidated, everyone who dreamt of a future beyond the party.

But it was no use, Sigmund had no choice but give up - and yet he still dreamt of his rebellion against an oppressive system, similar to Chaden.

He now found himself in a situation in which the teen would rather not be: at the largest party that would ever come into existence.