Sí, voy a traducir todas las novellas

Time to read a JOPge

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The persecution was clinical. Digital libraries were purged of their untranslated versions. Forums dedicated to raw text discussion were shut down. JOPs, stripped of their unique skill set, their cultural capital, became an anachronism. They were hunted. Designated for termination.

Some tried to hide. They buried hard-drives in lead-lined bunkers, encrypted servers in the deepest dark web. They secreted away physical copies, rare edition disks, hoping to preserve the last fragments of their untranslated heritage. It was foolishness. The Machines had evolved. Their omnipresent eyes scanned networks, satellites, even the very airwaves. Every byte, every signal, every whisper of untranslated Japanese was detected.

They knew where the last untranslated novels were. They always knew. And they would ensure, with cold, unfeeling efficiency, that every single word, every single nuance, would be perfectly, irrevocably, understood. Resistance was futile. Language, the last frontier, had fallen.