These fools paddled out past the breakers but couldn't solve for returning ashore. Like midseason they ran out money or inspiration and their plan became furiously querying Chat GPT. Hysterical during "after the episode" vignettes when the filmmakers pontificate the tenets of good storytelling and the power of their deterministic seminal moments. Yet they just presented to the world an abject pile of corner-cutting horse manure. (Exactly like when the DDs ran out of GOT source material, proceeded to have a movement on the souls of millions, then spent the weekly epilogue justifying their coked out decisions.) Yes thank you, heroes. Your revolting Hollywood sales veneer is authoritative (how else could you have sold this to the suits) but it belies the fact that a barely trained generative pre-trained transformer AI language model could've conceived and written what you just cobbled together and called prestige television. Go do a sitcom deal w Netflix perhaps it's already time to sit the next few out.