Stupidly, you still want to include optimization, simulation, and visualization, as well as advanced pattern matching and discovery. Suddenly the room you are in goes all wacky. It has apparently been a Trojan horse or trapdoor for the game all along and has secretly stored the digitized recording of a deeply human phoneme in your cookie file to jump out unexpectedly, one day, at what its neural nets determine is the most inopportune time. As a result, you are deceived into swallowing the same 4 triple AAA batteries which you accused of being not really enough anymore, but of course you were misquoted in that article, and misunderstood and no reporter even talked to you, and instead just made it all up out of old journalism articles, old movies, and his ass. You wake up in a hospital where genetically engineered surgeons are very nonchalantly backing out tenth-story plate glass windows in the rain just as they're preparing to sew you back up.
Frogmen appear from the bay side and take the wounded surgeons to their hover craft.
Without them, now, the stock market crashes. The earth is thrown into a turmoil as all its markets for air evaporate. Nobody wants to hear air guitar anymore or play air golf or air tennis. Or have an air war or air sex. Or breathe air air.