
The reports spoke of a “revenue surprise,” a phrase that always struck him as faintly absurd. As if the market, that capricious and often irrational entity, could truly be surprised by anything. It merely reacted, like a startled iguana, to the shifting patterns of data, driven by forces as ancient and unpredictable as the monsoon rains. The cloud, it seemed, was not merely a repository of information, but a mirror reflecting the collective hopes and fears of a generation. And Alphabet, the company that had built this mirror, now found itself staring back at its own reflection, questioning the very foundations of its dominion. A 15.5% contribution to total revenues, the analysts chirped, a “beefy” figure. Mateo preferred to think of it as a tightening grip, a slow but inexorable ascent.