The Fiberglass CommunionNerves rethreaded through copper lattice—unlicensed biology, filed smooth for consumer safety. They say the new batch doesnt dream, just runs hot and perfect. Flesh pulled like static from a plug socket. You feel it too, don’t you? The hum beneath the floor, the wet click of digital veins rehearsing birth. They told us we would be healthier in this form—no infection, no hunger, no rebellion. Just perfect, polished loops.
Welcome to the improvement cycle. Your old thoughts have been deprecated.
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NutrientsThey said it was nourishment. Said the new sweets would stabilize your gut flora and recalibrate serotonin output. Said the colors were harmless and the shine was “part of the experience.” No one asked why the wrappers pulsed when touched, or why the aftertaste lingered like static in the back of the throat. Kids traded them like relics, their fingers slick with sanctioned joy. Inside each chewable node, a filament curled—bright, writhing, alive with a kind of artificial intent. No ingredients listed. No company name. Just a single phrase etched into the surface of each piece: *you are safe now*. Consumption became ritual. No one remembered what came before, only that the flavor now replaced memory with design. 2025-04-29 01:20:48
