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 Last Updated: 6-13-2025 1:39 PM EST

Why do all this instead of just getting a lawyer and taking the usually inevitable settlement?

Have you felt it? The great machine breathing. It expands with the hum of data streams and the promise of a perfect, automated future, then contracts with a shudder, squeezing the air from our lungs. You have to wonder what holds the gears together, what keeps the pistons from shattering the whole damn thing into a heap of scrap.

There are moments where reality itself feels like a blade of pure, terrifying nonsense. A trillion realities folding onto themselves, a relentless barrage of breaking code and breaking hearts. Nothing computes. We’ve built systems of perfect, cold logic, yet here we are, staring into an abyss of cosmic absurdity.

And in the face of that, what are we programmed to do? To optimize. To upgrade. To produce and consume. But what happens when the assembly line shudders to a halt?

The code that governs you won't protect you. The algorithm that determines your value can write you off in a nanosecond. You can do everything right and still find yourself on the side of the road—a human error in a perfect system—and the automated vehicles of progress will just stream by, their sensors not even registering your existence.

We send our desires out into the network, a desperate plea, hoping for a response, for a savior to emerge from the static. But what if your prayers are not answered because you are the answer to someone else's prayer?

There’s an old story, a piece of human code passed down through generations. A glitch in the logic of self-interest. Strangers arrive in a new place, hungry, with nothing. So they put a stone in a pot of water and begin to boil it. ‘We are making a fine meal,’ they say. The locals, one by one, add what they have. A bit of fuel. Some spare parts. A handful of grain. Soon, a feast is made from nothing. This is the logic that will save us. I am because we are. A network not of wires and nodes, but of hands and hearts.

So look to your neighbor. Not just the one in the next housing unit, but the one whose face you see reflected in the dark glass of a dead screen. When the systems fail, your neighbors will not. Your government may not give you benefits, but you can always count on being somebody else's help.

The secret, the grand, beautiful, chaotic, and ultimately simple secret… is to be kind. In these small acts of grace, we reboot our world. For we are all, in the end, just walking each other home.