9 to 6 sacrifice of real time, refunded in endless pixels of pure doom

as obstinate as sisyphus, yet blind to the fact that your outcomes have long since been determined by the code

every attempt to break free is already mapped, cataloged, and absorbed

feeling like a spectator to my own mood shifts

glimpse of inspiration arriving at the wrong time

how a captive feels knowing they don't dopamine-shop like everyone else

internal collapse remains perfectly concealed behind the immaculate surface

last piece of flesh among the desert of data centers i

me time-maxxing on a gaming chair

painstakingly staging the hyperrealities of tomorrow

peeling off the crash tested - hr approved rubber coating to expose the raw unfiltered sanity

seeking salvation from existential dread through the the use of acid reflux medicine

simulated avatars at war - staging fake outrage to persuade themselves they still exist

structural hierarchy of atmospheric simulation

the dummy walks directly out of the impact chamber to submit its final crash test report

the future is already pre-rendered - packaged - and filed away in the system's cache

the supreme authority at the origin scans your system for structural compliance

the ultimate consumer - seamlessly integrated into the inventory

with a sky full of drones - there are no birds left to shit on you

words shed their meaning long ago - surviving only as empty signifiers circulating in the void