There’s a booth in the square that doesn’t say HELL. It says VITA EXCHANGE CENTER—clean canopy, cheerful staff, “support,” and a deal that feels like relief until you realize relief is part of the trap. In Dante’s Animal Farm, the new Hell doesn’t need chains. It needs paperwork, kiosks, and the seductive vocabulary of care: stability, options, comfort upgrades.【 】 This is a satirical allegory about systems that harvest people while calling it help—and about what happens when