Total out of the blue comparison. It's the only relatable one I can make with this suggestion.
I think the Fly is a good example of this scenario. Seth Brundle, creates revolutionary technology of teleportation, confident as ever. In his jealousy of his lover's nonsexual conversation with her ex, he ports.
Only to fuse with a fly.
As time goes by, his body ages rapidly, he no longer was the confident man he used to be, he is now old, his product not selling in the Capital he trusted, but self confident to the end, and obsessed with fixing himself, he turns into a monster nobody has seen before, not a product nobody has ever seen before.
He becomes something else, on a basic horror level. A human fused with a fly hatching out of its embryonic human pupae. Beyond the surface, it is about aging, forever confident that you will succeed, no matter the cost, at making that new thing.
Without understanding in the process, the confidence becomes your undoing. You become your confidence that you have something that matters to this world
He wants to live on, he can't die without his technology. He nearly eats Stathis, and corners his girlfriend offering her to help him become human with their child.
He is willing to sacrifice everything for the first bit of confidence he sprung going through the faulty product he invented.
In the end, it's aging. Desperation. Confidence born of it. Sacraficing your family just to become possibly human again so maybe, just maybe he can make a profit.
In the end it doesn't matter and its too late, like I said, he hatches, and becomes a monster. He becomes what the world has never seen before. A deformed bastard cold child of his own lust for capital and fame, mind of insect.
He fails again, only to become the ultimate insult, the fusion between himself, and the product he desperately wanted to show the world for profit.
And he understands this, and begs for death. No family could accept a fusion of machine, man, and inhumanity, his choices in life, and the pain he is in.
So just as they met, he dies, never being the old wedded couple they thought they would be, but instead, a shotgun blowing his brains out. The ultimate end of the pain of living your labor so fruitless your devotion turns you into a monster.
Though, I doubt you could see anything from this long rambling metaphor I tried to make easier for you to relate to, the point being; Capitalism and confidence, no matter what your told, will make your failures ten times more catastrophic, and you will dwell on them as you grow old, until you reach a point where you no longer recognize yourself as human, and would do anything to make things back to the way they were so long ago, when it seemed capital was as easy as a magic trick with lingerie, and a billion dollar paycheck.
Everyone confident enough to change the world today is ignorant of their downfall to it. They will remain ignorant of it until there is nothing left for them, but insect like senility, and denial that it was the problem of all but himself, ignoring love for confidence, power. n
Until nothing was left.
I really think the character represents the Alt-Right very well. Willing to kill for ambitions that will not help them, but in the end, destroy them in the economy they trusted to help them.
You aren't fascists, you're pretending to be, but you're not. You're lost souls clinging to hope that feels so real, you ignore the lack of showers, the lack of hygiene, the hair thinning, the mind not being as fast, the desperation to come up with something new.
As with anything Faustian, arrogance is your undoing.
