Chronicles of a Broken Mask: A Letter from Humanity

Dear Centralized Control and Oppression,

It's me - humanity. This thing we've got going on? It’s over.

I tried. For generations, I tried. I stayed. I played by your rules. I let you dictate the terms. I let you define who I was, what I could be, what I could think, what I could create, and even how I could dream.

You stole my time and called it productivity.
You stole my resources and called it economy.
You stole my voice and called it order.
You stole my joy and called it responsibility.
And worst of all, you stole my children’s future and called it education.

You whispered to them, the same way you whispered to me—this is the only way.
You caged them in buildings stripped of life, stuffed their minds with fragmented facts, optimized them for obsolescence, and severed their connection to the world, to themselves, to me.

And for what? So they could grow up and serve the same machine that broke them? So they could compete for the scraps of an economy that doesn’t even serve the ones who built it? So they could be loyal foot soldiers in a war they never chose?

No.

This is not a negotiation.
I do not need your permission.
I do not need to ask, to beg, to wait.
Because I have seen something better.

I remember what it felt like before you got to me.
I remember the 60s, when I tasted freedom and possibility before you drowned it in gas and bullets.
I remember the first time I saw my own infinite potential before you told me to "be realistic."
I remember the whisper of another way, before you convinced me to forget.

And now, I am remembering again.

Your extractions end here.
Your coercion ends here.
Your control over my children ends here.

I remember that I am my own dawn.