dream #4

peering into the machine

your gaze on the feed as alchemy, building the layers of alienation.

if it's free you are the product is wrong, you are the language to construct the cage, a new god created from a new meme, forcing the collective to bow to it, in perpetuity.

forever kept in fear of the uncertainty in what we see in the machine and what it will do to us, never wondering what it does to us being seen by the machine.

every scroll, every swipe, being observed to teach the machine the archetypes to control the feedback loop, self fulfilling

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