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I shall endeavor to explain the matter in plain terms, as becomes a free people who ought not to be mystified by the arts of the counting-house. A perpetual future is a contract by which one man wagers with another upon the future price of some thing—whether it be a share of stock, an index of many shares, a barrel of oil, or a measure of metal—without the contract ever coming to an end of its own accord. There is no day of delivery, no expiration, no obligation that the underlying article shall ever change hands. The parties merely deposit a portion of the sum at risk (called margin), and may multiply their exposure many fold beyond the cash they have laid down. Should the price move against the holder beyond a certain point, the whole stake is forfeited at once, and the position closed by the operator of the market. To keep the contract price from wandering too far from the true market price of the thing itself, the parties pay one another a small sum at regular intervals—the long pays the short, or the short the long—according as the contract stands above or below the spot. Thus the instrument lives forever, so long as either side continues to post the required margin. In the present instance, a company called Trade.xyz has for some months conducted such markets upon a foreign and decentralized engine known as Hyperliquid, offering continuous trade in the shares of American companies, in indices, in commodities, and the like, and has done 'a very great volume of business'. Now Intercontinental Exchange, which owns the New York Stock Exchange, proposes, subject to the approval of the Commodity Futures Trading Commission, to operate a regulated American version of the same, employing the technology of that Hyperliquid system, and to open it to our own citizens through ordinary brokers. Mr. Druckenmiller has declared himself an investor in the company and has expressed his intention to use the product in his own operations. What is this, in substance, but a refined species of gaming upon the rise and fall of prices, made perpetual so that the excitement never ceases, and made continuous so that neither night nor weekend interrupts the play? It is not the exchange of real goods, nor the investment of capital in productive industry that feeds, clothes, or houses the people. It is a paper claim upon the fluctuations of paper claims. The merchant who hedges a genuine cargo may find some use in it; the farmer who sells his wheat in advance may likewise. But the great majority who enter such markets do so for the hope of gain from the mere movement of numbers, amplified by leverage until a modest sum may be lost entirely in an hour. History furnishes too many examples of how such facilities, once opened to the public, draw the savings of the industrious into the hands of the more skillful or the more fortunate, while the operators of the market extract their toll from every turn of the wheel. I do not deny that markets which never sleep may suit the convenience of those whose affairs span the globe, nor that a clear and well-regulated instrument is preferable to an unregulated one. Yet I confess a preference for those arrangements which encourage the citizen to improve his land, to manufacture useful things, or to carry on honest commerce, rather than to sit at a screen watching numbers and posting margin. The republic has prospered more by the plow and the workshop than by the perpetual wager. Complexity in finance has seldom been the friend of liberty or of the common man; it has more often been the instrument by which wealth is quietly transferred.