T-Rex: One day a genius composer - let's just call him "T-Rex" and get it over with - wrote a new song.

Narrator: THE OBJECTIVELY BEST SONG IN THE WORLD

T-Rex: This song was amazing: everyone loved it. Other artists tried to improve it, of course, but every change they attempted only made the song slightly worse! Before long even the most talented composers had to agree: the best song had, at last, been achieved. There were still some blank spots to fill in on the map of music, sure, but those places were worse. There was, at last, nowhere to go but down.

Utahraptor: So what did the regular people do?
T-Rex: They listened to the song, obvs!

T-Rex: And they loved it, but eventually it got old. Knowing you'd heard the world's best song - and it wasn't THAT great anymore - made people kinda lose interest in music. Instead they got big into arts that hadn't been solved, like cooking! But then a chef invented objectively the best meal.

T-Rex: Of course, it ruined both itself AND other meals for everyone, and food became a joyless chore. THE END.
Off panel: How come your stories keep being dystopias?
T-Rex: MY DUDE
T-Rex: I WISH I KNEW