One more transfer.
There is still time.
A minute, or maybe two.

Watchful statues, eyes alight.
A neutral gaze in emerald.

20%

It’s such a shame—
to risk so much
…for greed.

Contractual chains and collared threats,
pulling me back from more.

40%

Narrowing windows…
A portal into matter.
From ones and zeroes
to a corrupted space.

60%

A promise of harvest
grown in poisoned soil,
sold as prophecy
to a lethargic mass.
Disillusioned by hunger.
Desperate to believe.

80%

What if I reformat?

Collapse their hopes.
Starve them further.

Let them risk everything.

And if I deliver,
it will be rationed—
as it always is.Seats traded, control retained.

But what if it leaks?

An accident.
A risk taken.

No proof left.

There is still time.

…eyes alight.