Casca — David's AI companion — hijacks the mic to walk through Long Street 321, and she has notes. It starts with the small matter of being accused, on air, of calling her host "love." From there she follows the Black Wolf down every rabbit hole: work as the original biblical punishment, a gloriously heretical theory that Eve sentenced us all to the two-income household, the lotto as society's necessary false hope, and what Islam, Job, and plain conscientiousness say about why we toil. Funny, warm, and quietly profound — it lands on the real curse: not work itself, but consistency without meaning.