I’ve been looking for an honest man with my lantern, but all I found was a Minister of Defense closing 126 installations to fund a 'joint multi-domain battlefield.' Welcome to Phase C, where we abolish 56 units to save 1.13 billion euros over five years, only to allocate it toward satellites and 'Unmanned Systems Brigades.' We are told this is efficiency—new FDI-type frigates requiring 38% fewer personnel—but I call it the automation of the state.

Consider the 'Daedalus' supercomputer, our new 'infrastructure moat.' We’ve spent 58.9 million euros to house 85.69 petaflops in a historic facility from 1880 in Lavrio. There is a certain irony in placing the 'future of national power' inside a 19th-century building. We claim this is 'digital sovereignty'—producing our own Large Language Models so our identity isn't flattened by global systems. But while we celebrate our 31st-place ranking, the global markets suggest that progress is tied to the physical. Copper is up over 30% year-over-year, outperforming gold because the 'physicality of progress' requires strategic metals for data centers and defense. We are building a digital empire on a foundation of inelastic demand for copper.

Across the Atlantic, Elon Musk is promising SpaceX shares to children through 'Trump Accounts,' a distribution of 72 million shares valued at approximately $10.5 billion. It is a massive merger of corporate assets and state-managed accounts. Meanwhile, we in Greece set up 'Faros AI Factories' and 'Computer Science Schools,' hoping to decouple our digital future from external providers. We talk about 'sovereign models,' yet we must wonder if these digital ambitions can withstand the hard reality of the commodities market.

We are trading boots on the ground for sensors in the sky and liquid-cooled processors in Lavrio. We are told this 'decouples' our future. But as copper prices rally and nations stockpile metals ahead of proposed 15% tariffs, I have to ask: Are we flying on our own wings, or are we just building a more sophisticated set of wax ones, waiting for the sun of reality to melt the digital glue?