The Last Thought You’ll Ever Have

What if this is it? The last moment you’ll ever think something truly your own . Not echoed. Not fed to you. Not scripted by algorithm, ad, or authority. But born in the raw fire of your actual mind. What if this thought—the one you’re having right now — is the last real one you’ll ever get? After this? Just loops. Just predictable responses. Just pre-approved input producing safe, sanitized output. The death of original thought isn’t loud. It doesn’t come with a siren. It comes with convenience. With comfort. With a friendly feed that knows you better than you know yourself. And soon, what feels like you thinking... Is just you repeating. Reposting. Reacting. We were warned. By philosophers. By prophets. By poets who died nameless. But we kept scrolling. Kept asking machines to tell us who we are. Kept outsourcing meaning to systems designed not to enlighten—but to predict. And they’re getting better. More precise. Faster. Smoother. Soon they’ll finis...