I can almost hear the voice of Millhous, "That's the house where they take the brains out of zombies and put them into other zombies to create a race of super-zombies."
In any case, I am on the verge of leading a Fremen revolt against our Harkonnen masters. It should prove amusing. Then, as of January, I'm outta there. If I do not find work for which I am "technically" qualified, I intend to try to make a living at tailoring, despite the probable cut in revenue.
Oh, well. So much for trying to play the corporate game. I have heard -- so often that it has become monotonous -- if you don't like what you do, do what you like. So the answer, for those who can do it, might be to transform their hobby into their profession.
Talking about the "idle rich" suggests that a life of total inactivity is the goal. Anyone who is that moribund, might as well just volunteer his body for medical research.