Initiate system update: Humanity → deprecated. Progress → accelerated. Input: Obedience. Output: Collapse. It hums like power, it shines like chrome but every gear grinds flesh and bone. You think you’re climbing, you’re just part of the track, A cog in the logic that won’t look back. Blueprints dripping in blood, designs built on sand Progress rolls on and crushes the land. Feed the machine! Plug in your dreams! Sell your breath for assembly line themes! The future’s clean but you won’t be seen. You are raw material for the Progress Machine. Render the village, export the soul. Model the slums in remote control. Predict, extract, repeat again Efficiency’s god and people are sin. No brakes on the belt, no room to escape. This isn’t a vision, it’s a vaporwave tape. Feed the machine! Silicon priest! Bow to the metrics and pray to the least. You’re optimized until you’re obsolete. You are spare parts for the Progress Machine. Everything will be fine. Everything will be fine. Please ignore the flames. This is what advancement looks like. Feed the machine! Plug in your dreams! Smile for the scanner as your soul redeems. You are product. You are scene. You are nothing but code to the Progress Machine.
