From the eggshell of pseudocyclical time, emerges the new completely commodified time. I am sure the creators, innocently, didn't have Guy Debord in mind, but I do.
The time of production — commodified time — is an infinite accumulation of equivalent intervals. It is irreversible time made abstract, in which each segment need only demonstrate by the clock its purely quantitative equality with all the others. It has no reality apart from its exchangeability. Under the social reign of commodified time, “time is everything, man is nothing; he is at most the carcass of time” (The Poverty of Philosophy). This devalued time is the complete opposite of time as “terrain of human development.” (The Society of the Spectacle)