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The Surprising Truth About Lying
the decentralized network of The Gaze alive, while
Vincent had gone out, a quiet pilgrim carrying soup
and certainty to the increasingly desperate crowds.
Henry walked the dark, empty basketball court of
the community center, the only sound the high-pitched
whine of the cooling fan protecting The Scythe. He was
free from his old life, but he was trapped in his new
one. He was the only person left alive who understood
that truth was not a cure, but a chemical solvent that
had just dissolved the structural integrity of the human
world.
He glanced at Lina's feed. The Gaze, the revolution's
victorious weapon, was now its most chilling witness.
The global media, unable to create comforting fiction,
had turned inward, becoming a terrifying mirror of the
collective mind.
Instead of news, there were endless, raw
confessions, all filtered by The Gaze to ensure 100%
honesty:
Public Post - User ID: 94H8D: I was an electrical
engineer. I only took the job to keep the lights on for
my kids. I hated every hour. Now that the grid is dead,
I feel profound, soul-deep relief. I will not try to fix it.
My children will suffer because I was too cynical to try,
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