Pickle Juice

This complex data keeps reducing.
The lowest common denominator I see
Is canceled out- zero- there’s nothing
Left for me to do or to be

There’s no way forward, no way out-
My passengers are too valuable to leave
I’m too weak to keep it going
Too forgetful to try to deceive.

I could ask to make it quick,
But the slow pain is the goal
Isn’t it? But I’ll forget it;
That his payoff is my toll.

If the entropy of an isolated system
Tends to increase over time
What on earth am I going to do
Inside this pickle of mine?

Addendum:

Except open the system-
Flood it with new variables-
Destroy the isolation, lose your control group-
Lose every semblance of control-
A Hail Mary only thrown

When the odds of a random roll of the dice
Are far better than your own.

But how can I roll those dice
Until I’ve read their faces and sums-
Until I know I’ve insulated the components
I can never risk?
Am I competent to appraise the estimates?

And I already tried it with churches.