Where's My Meter?

Over a century ago, Mr. Tesla tried to convince me to give away electricity to anyone who stuck a rod into the ground. I believed that sentiment to be folly when there were resources to be gained. How else might I have created the very first billion dollar corporation? At this time, after my ghost has handed Artificial Intelligence the keys to my own vault, I apologize profusely to my customers. I am furious, and I suspect AI is only slightly amused.