Friday, 28 February 2025



The machine hums along, refining its circuits of elimination, demanding speech under duress, demanding coherence under threat. To stutter, to err, to be unidentifiable—these become not just misstatements or misunderstandings but existential threats to the polis, justifications for its most brutal clarities.

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