You used to worry about bills.
Now you worry if the algorithm thinks you’re employable, insurable, creditworthy, marketable.
Your life is just data on a screen.
Scored, sorted, and sold by people you’ll never meet.
The institutions don’t even pretend anymore.
Congress passes bills they don’t read.
Banks gamble with your savings and send you a 30-page fee schedule for your trouble.
Your retirement account is a slot machine rigged to pay out in the past.
The economy is a cargo cult of numbers.
GDP up, debt up, hope down.
Stock market records, yet the only thing getting cheaper is your dignity.
They say “trust the system,” but the system is an infinite rerun, starring you as the sucker.
And while you grind out another workday, the technocrats are harvesting YOU.
Every scroll, every click, every exhausted “yes” is scraped, shaped, and weaponized to keep you docile and hungry.
Your boss doesn’t watch you.
Your phone does.
Your banker doesn’t judge you.
The algorithm already did.
Bitcoin is the last firewall between you and the meat grinder.
No CEO, no backdoor, no “Oops, we lost your money.”
Just cold math, honest and unblinking.
You’re not just losing money.
You’re being harvested - attention, energy, spirit - down to the marrow.
You can keep feeding the machine, or you can unplug, stack Bitcoin, and build something that answers to no one.
You don’t have to play their game.
You just have to stop being the product.