It starts with a reasonable presentation.
A room full of smart people nodding
trading the friction of real life
for a polished, unified system.
The pitch is clean
Breakthrough.
Upgrade.
An exclusive return to the truth.
So you sign the quiet contract.
You adopt the new dialect,
trim down the edge cases of your identity,
and mistake total control for alignment.
Inside the perimeter, the metrics are pristine.
Dissent is not banned - it is just inefficient.
A leader who speaks only in absolute truths
and promises that the complexity has finally been solved.
And slowly, without any violence
you realize you have not had a thought of your own in months
because you bought the efficiency of being told who to be.
Beneath sacred roofs and office ceilings
every institution is tempted to convince ordinary people
that surrender is another word for belonging.
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