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When truth updates hourly
There’s a particular kind of confidence that has nothing to do with conviction.
I’ve been watching people agree with things they disagreed with yesterday. Not change their minds — that’s different, that takes something. This is the other thing: the seamless update. No acknowledgment of the gap. Just new settings, installed overnight.
I find that more unsettling than an honest lie.
You wake up praising the approved morning feed
Your rented creed straight from the Ministry of They
They spoon you comfort, call it “truth you need”
They’ve pre-chewed every thought you’ll say
They claim the oceans froze last night
You nod politely: “Yes, quite true”
Then claim they didn’t
And you’re like, “Right, right,
I always believed the opposite too”
It’s nice, I guess, living thought-free
Like having training wheels for your reality
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Saint of the scripted line
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Every take is factory-designed
When the doctrine flips
You pirouette in place
A weather vane nailed to a borrowed face
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Sipping from the sanitized stream
You quote the slogans like a children’s rhyme
A bedtime crime against independent thought
Two rules collide? Happens all the time
You just champion both like a loyal bot
You guard the kingdom of the “official truth”
A truth that updates hourly, neat and clean
Your memory reboots without any proof
A goldfish with a moral routine.
Consistency’s optional; obedience is not
You’re the perfect pupil of the sanctioned thought
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Bishop of the scripted line
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Every view pre-pickled, factory-brined
When the doctrine flips
You pirouette in place
A weather vane nailed to a borrowed face
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Sipping from the sanitized stream
A doubt shows up — you swat it like a pest
Because rogue ideas interrupt your rest
You traded your questions for what they want you to hear
Gift-wrapped submission with a lacquered veneer
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Cleric of the curated feed
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Chanting every quick-installed creed
If the voices glitch
You glitch right too
Default settings shining through
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Do you dream, or just load the scene?