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Nicholas Boothman
“What would you be if no one had ever told you
who you were?” she read. “We never released it.
It’s the deepest thing Chorus couldn’t replicate.”
Across the country, in Chorus HQ, Subject One
lay hooked to machines, eyes glassy. The Curator
positioned himself before the camera, practiced
menace in the angle of his head.
“This man,” he said, voice low, “once heard the
true Word. It destroyed him.” He signaled the
techs. Begin.
Subject One opened his mouth. The stream
reached millions.
Then screens everywhere flickered.
A spiral blinked into the feed, subtle, a
watermark unrolling like tide. Then a voice,
Henry’s voice, overlaid the world.
“All our lives, people tell us who we are.
Parents, teachers, friends, strangers, they hand us
labels. ‘You’re this. You’re that.’ We wear those
labels like skin and forget they were never ours.
But underneath the noise, there’s something truer.
What would you be if no one had ever told you
who you were? That’s the Silent Directive. It
doesn’t give answers. It forces you to find one. And
once you do, no one can take it away.”
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