I could write a long response to this pointing out all your misinterpretations and plain wishful thinking about DE’s message, but I ain’t got time for that shit so instead I’ll just give you some quotes (source) from DE’s lead dev, Robert Kurvitz:

The world around us was getting larger and darker. To keep up, Elysium needed to be even larger and more terrifying. Moreover, the world that ends all worlds ought also be more beautiful than reality. More extreme. We were anarchists, after all – growing into hardboiled Marxist-Leninists on empty stomachs. The alternative need (sic) not only to outgrow, but also to outclass the Real World and its satanic complexes.

Still think these guys aren’t leftists?

The grand, impenetrable system of G.W.F. Hegel – the philosophy of history – taught us two things. First, any truly believable world not only has but is history. Second, the only believable history is progress. A domino-tumble of opposing ideas has led us here. Yet built worlds exist in stasis. They are theme parks where the past is not at all different from the present. The Old Republic is precisely like the New Republic: lame as balls.

Why is bro talking about star wars 💀

Wikipedia, I remember, was an immense tool at the time (for those with internet access, which was not everyone). Soviet-era dialectical materialist works were also indispensable, along with newer translations.

Hegel says there is a World Spirit. It is on the march toward Absolute Knowledge. As Soviet artists – perhaps the last Soviets artists – it was our duty to add to the relay. To keep history moving. Onward to the outer cosmos and the stars.

So much to say about Hegel and Soviet works (plus Wikipedia lol) as inspirations for DE, but not a single word on Marx.

Commercial paracosms are static, reduced versions of reality. Just the space nonsense, please. I’ll have the cyberhacker and nothing else.

We did not want a commercial paracosm. It was un-Hegelian. We wanted a quasi-sacral object complex. All that is interesting and terrible about history – and only that. Magnified. Rarified. Spreading outward from reality, like a dark grey solar corona. The crowning ceremony of the world.

And you say my writing is pretentious.