All the choices are the accelerationist choice. It’s 3 brain damaged old men crowded into the driver seat, each kicking wildly at the pedal and slapping each other like a 3 stooges gag because they want to be the one to make the car go vroom, with a shared iron grip on the wheel locking the course right towards a cliff and insisting that that’s ok, because they’re confident the car can fly.

None of them seem to notice that they’re at the bottom of the cliff and that that wall is racing towards them.