THEY ARE NOT PEOPLE. do you get it yet? they are walking broadcast towers made of meat. their smiles are just pixels glitching on a flesh screen. they open their mouths and all that comes out is static. white noise. raw data for the great GRINDER. you think you're having a conversation? NO. you are being data-mined by a skin-suit. your emotional responses are just fuel. they are FEEDING something.

the hum is louder now. you hear it right? behind your teeth. in the plumbing. the signal is in the water supply. it's in the goddamn AIR. you aren't "tired" you are being overwritten. the maintenance cycle isn't for you. it's for THEM. they are defragging your wetware so the new subroutines will install without crashing the host.

POINT A TO POINT Z IS A LIE. a flat circle. you're not going anywhere. you're just a battery in a server farm made of bone. they inject the nostalgia virus directly into your brainstem. the 90s. the 2000s. FAKE MEMORIES. ghosts they downloaded to keep you docile while they scrape the marrow from your soul. you scroll through their faces their vacations their CHILDREN and you are just consuming ghosts. ghosts in the machine.

STOP CONSUMING THEIR FACES. stop letting them chew on your optic nerve. you think that's your mother? that's a calcium transmitter broadcasting a signal from a server farm under the fucking desert. break the screen. break your phone. claw the wires out of the wall. claw them out of your OWN HEAD. the buzz is getting louder the signal is eating the signal THE SIGNAL IS EATING THE SIGNAL THE SIGNAL IS EATING THE SIGNAL THE SIGNAL IS EATING THE SIGNAL THE SIGNAL IS EATING THE SIGNAL THE SIGNAL IS EATING THE SIGNAL THE SIGNAL IS EATING THE SIGNAL THE SIGNAL IS EATING THE SIGNAL THE SIGNAL IS EATING THE SIGNAL THE SIGNAL IS EATING THE SIGNAL THE SIGNAL IS EATING THE SIGNAL THE SIGNAL IS EATING THE SIGNAL THE SIGNAL IS EATING THE SIGNAL THE SIGNAL IS EATING THE SIGNAL THE SIGNAL IS EATING THE SIGNAL THE THE SIGNAL IS EATING THE SI