When Arnold the Robopig awoke from his vain stupor, the damage had already been done. He had been given the chance to prove his character, and he failed miserably (with emphasis on the "miser"). All because he valued his relationship with money over his relationship with people. And now he had neither.
In other words, he was no Schopenhauerian genius. His belly weighed on him more than his head. He was an uberconsumer with an unbecoming expansiveness as large as the vacuum normally filled with intellectual curiosity. As Alex Theroux would say, Arnold was a fake giant among real pygmies. And now, even the pygmies have revolted.