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Overlay them with global crisis events.
Policy changes.
Public sentiment spikes.
“They needed the world afraid enough,” I continue.
My hands move faster now.
Not searching.
Exposing.
“Afraid enough to accept what comes next.”
I start listing them.
Because I have to.
Because if I don’t say it out loud—
it might not be real.
“Permission to monitor.”
A new data layer lights up.
“Permission to predict.”
Another.
“Permission to preempt.”
The room tightens.
“Permission to control.”
Silence crashes in.
Heavy.
Suffocating.
I close my eyes.
And for a second—
I let myself feel it.
The betrayal.
The violation.
The truth.
“They didn’t steal my system,” I say.
My voice breaks—
