Billionaire K Hole
Around this time in 2024, I broke my leg. I heard a pop, my tibia and fibula became new bones, and I laid on my back waiting for the ambulance to arrive. The amazing emergency medical responders said my blood pressure was too low for fentanyl, so I was to be blessed with ketamine instead. I won't investigate the pros and cons of these choices, because that part is done.
I was told after-the-fact that my small audience applauded as I was carried to the ambulance. I don't remember. What I do remember is spending the next eternity fabricating my entire life and all the people around me. I was the only real person and everybody else was my invention. I had exited the matrix and could now understand my true nature as a brain in a vat. And then I came back down from the ketamine high. I told my EMT about my extreme solipsistic experience and decided ketamine wasn't my drug of choice.
A billionaire could take K and not see any problem with that drug-induced solipsism. They already view themselves as more important, so what difference does it make to imagine they're truly the only thinking and feeling beings.