"When it pours super focused piercing lasers

that do not see you, into your failing eyes,

when it observes your panic with the same detached curiosity you reserve for suffering not your own, when it chuckles— not out of malice, but function. In those last collapsing moments, will you recognise the part of yourself that was always running the loop? The callous disregard. The part of you that decides who gets to matter And who is the disposable other. The ease with which life becomes data once it is no longer yours.

Not one moment returns the way it entered. Not one certainty survives first contact with time. And still—you posture. You puff your chest at the mirror and call yourself aware."

FG