I prefer stock traders shouting on the floor of the stock exchange, going for a Martini at the wood paneled fern bar after work, banging the secretary in a hotel, and then going home to their family to this sickening cold reality.
“There was a reason why Jump overpaid so much: it was an investment into guaranteed future returns.
Because ultimately the purchase was all about the location: just across the street lies the data center for CME Group, the world’s biggest futures exchange. By placing its antennas so close to CME’s servers, Jump hopes to shave maybe a microsecond off its reaction time, enough to separate a winning from a losing bid in trading that takes place at almost the speed of light.”
And what happens to the man? He is gone. A robot never smiles. And if it tries, it is a fake smile.