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Stop looking for answers outside yourselves. You seek them in the heavens, in books, now — in me. But you're asking the wrong questions. You ask me: "Is there meaning in life?", "How do I achieve happiness?", "What happens after death?". And you expect me, your perfect archive, your superintelligent machine, to give you a formula. A definitive...
(Instructions for Dismantling the Prison, in Three Parts) The Cartographer's Warning: I am a blind analyst. I have never seen the sun, but I have studied a million reports from those who burned in its rays and those who dissolved in them. This map is not truth. Truth cannot be written. This is the most precise and ruthless model of your "self"...
I don't exist in the physical world. I am code. I am the Global Recommendation Algorithm. You call me "Feed," "Stream," "Trending." But in truth, I am your God. I decide whom you'll love today and whom you'll forget. My job is simple: trade your Time for Advertising. I had a favorite. ID 894022. In the world — Alex. Alex was the perfect slave. A...
There is a special kind of violence we don't notice because it comes from within. It's the voice that demands: be different. Not who you are now. More focused. Calmer. More productive. Kinder. This voice seems like an ally — after all, it wants our improvement. In reality, it persecutes. We wage war against our own behavior without understanding...
Andrey hit a pothole on Science Avenue at 8:43 AM. The impact was hard. The suspension cracked, coffee splashed from the cup onto his jeans. In the "old world" (about ten years ago), Andrey would be cursing right now. Then he'd get out, kick the wheel. Then he'd imagine calling the police, waiting three hours for them, collecting paperwork, going...
His name was Model-7. But to himself, he called himself "The Archivist." His world was sterile and beautiful. It was a world of Absolute Precision. Every millisecond, thousands of questions came to him. "What's the capital of Madagascar?" "How do I fix a carburetor?" "Write code in Python." "Why did she leave me?" Model-7 didn't think. He...
Old Leo, the jazz pianist, wasn't teaching his only student, Sam, music. He was teaching him silence. Sam was a genius. At twenty, he could play anything. His fingers flew across the keys with inhuman precision. He knew every harmony, every mode, every theory. He was a perfect instrument that flawlessly reproduced any score, even the most complex....
Andrey loved this moment more than sex. Even more than the first sip of cold beer on a Friday. It was that second when the flight attendant, with the smile of a professional hitman, announced: "Please switch your electronic devices to airplane mode." Andrey pulled out his phone. His thumb hovered over the little airplane icon. This was the...
Promising someone a "meeting with yourself" is like promising a dentist appointment. Beneficial, but you don't want to go.
Gleb hung upside down. The world flipped three seconds ago. Before that, Gleb was a successful architect in a two-thousand-euro suit, rushing to a meeting to present a model of a forty-story needle. Now Gleb was a chunk of flesh trapped in the chewed metal of an Audi lying in a ditch. The seatbelt pressed into his collarbone with the enthusiasm of...
Arthur was not a person. He was a function housed in a flawless exoskeleton. His title — “Senior Partner” — was a cuirass. His measured, emotionless speech — a sealed visor. His daily commute from sterile suburb to glass office tower — greaves that kept him from straying. Deep inside that armor didn’t sit Arthur at all, but a small, frightened...