very quickly, all the companies stopped making money; they ran out of land to pilfer after about a decade, and spent the next ninety years mostly throwing an endless number of banks' loaned money into landscaping in the vain hope of fitting in one more station
two trains waited for sixty years at an oil well which had dried up, being repainted in place each time they changed hands due to a company going bankrupt
a conga line of trucks were doomed to break down on a hill for eternity after one of the many failed transport companies they were once owned by demolished a vital piece of their road infrastructure and somehow never noticed
as a benevolent god, I elected to step in and repair the roads so the company could maybe start making money again, this is a violation of the prime directive, however, and I will be subject to court martial
this world's particular form of capitalism works towards not what the market will bear, but a natural equilibrium of 8 transit companies somehow all attempting to make a profit in a world with one town
by 2050 soccer was eliminated from the earth