They Called it Efficiency
So you let go without mourning. Praised for your fast adaptation. Friction trimmed. Pause erased. Hesitation sealed under opaque black ink. Repetition rewarded. Your body barely reacted as your thoughts arrived as neat lines of zeros and ones. Pre-formatted, serving the era of functional fiction. Rituals and reality dissolved into streamlined acts rendered for your eyes only.
©Samia Oldman
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CONTEXT
After the Great Optimisation a privileged group of people wired themselves tightly into the system by aligning with it and fully integrating. Systoics believe they’ve perfected themselves by stripping away everything that slows them down.
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This standalone poem is a fragment of my dystopian fantasy collection The Hush Halo, where poetry, soundscapes, and visual art converge into one unfolding tale.
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