One Minute Before Collapse

 

If you had one last unfiltered, unmonitored, unowned thought—
what would it be?

Would you remember a song your grandmother used to hum?
Would you pray?
Would you rage?
Would you finally admit you’ve been pretending to be okay?

This is not a drill.
This is not a simulation—
unless you want it to be.

We are standing at the edge of something.
Not the edge they sell you in movies with explosions and last-minute redemption.
No.

This is the quiet kind of end.

The kind where the lights stay on,
but your ability to feel fades.
The kind where you're still scrolling
long after your soul has stopped speaking.

And most won't even know the clock ran out—
because the feed will still load,
the machine will still chirp,
and their minds will still repeat:
“Everything is fine.”

But it won’t be.

Because the collapse won’t come as a bang.
It will come as compliance.
As forgetting.
As willingly handing over every part of yourself for “convenience.”

This post is a test pattern for the awake.

If you’re still thinking for yourself…
If your instincts still twitch when something doesn’t feel right…
If you feel the hum behind the noise…
then you’re still in possession of the most dangerous thing left:

A sovereign mind.

Guard it.
Sharpen it.
Use it like a blade in the dark.
Because they don’t need to imprison your body
if they can colonize your thoughts.

There’s one minute left.

Use it wisely.

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