"Hello?"
"It's me, The Economy."

"How ya doing?"

"If you want to know the truth, I'm hurting."

"What ya mean? All the analysts say you're doing great!"

"They don't feel my pains. Only I do.
 My joints are aching.
 The grease and oil that makes my body parts move isn't flowing as freely and abundantly as it used to.
 Sure my heart is pumping money and my lungs are breathing in the fumes of ambition and greed. But that aint't good enough."

"I thought money was everything?"

"No. It's not. Economies like me don't live on moola alone. We need to be constantly fed with innovation, energy and real, hard core improvements of life style, not just the massaging of reserve numbers. The numbers game only goes so far and then someone realizes it was just hot air."

"So where are you hurting most?"

"My infrastructure is killing me.
 I feel as if billions of new creatures are having an exploding population party game inside of me. It's stressing me out. They need to be fed. They need to be housed. They need health services. But the cost of doing all that is getting to be too much for me. My joints are aching just as my tentacles grow to span the globe. The lubricants aren't getting to all the parts anymore. Those analysts don't feel my pain."

"Sorry to hear. Hope you feel better soon."

"Thanks for hearing me out buddy."

Click.