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Once upon a time on internet forums,
there was a Blackpiller and a Whitepiller.
The Whitepiller says:
"Just improve, adapt—
find joy in the cracks.
The system’s unfair,
but you can hack back.
"
The Blackpiller sneers:
"Cope. It’s all coded in bone.
Your efforts are dust—
you die alone.
Delusion. The algorithm’s set.
No gymcel grind escapes
the bone lottery’s debt.
"
Yet they both cope as they avoid the same thing:
the naked present, without stories.
What if you unplugged
not from the ‘pill,’
but from the need
to swallow either?
there was a Blackpiller and a Whitepiller.
The Whitepiller says:
"Just improve, adapt—
find joy in the cracks.
The system’s unfair,
but you can hack back.
The Blackpiller sneers:
"Cope. It’s all coded in bone.
Your efforts are dust—
you die alone.
Delusion. The algorithm’s set.
No gymcel grind escapes
the bone lottery’s debt.
Yet they both cope as they avoid the same thing:
the naked present, without stories.
What if you unplugged
not from the ‘pill,’
but from the need
to swallow either?