Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 164
𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻
Beyond The Looking Glass is the second book in the Unseen series, a story that came to me from the other side. A story where I thought I was just the narrator until I heard the Words of the Unseen.
This second story goes beyond time and place and mixes the long ago with the here and now. Because history keeps repeating, until we learn and do something about it.
Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 164
The arguments freeze mid-sentence, mouths of digital avatars stuck open, their words cut in half. The music underneath, that constant subliminal thrum the body had long stopped noticing, goes silent.
I don´t feel a thing. I am just a traveler, but for this subway of flesh, the total absence is deafening.
I blink. The room feels wrong, too large, as if it has grown when I wasn’t looking. I hear the sound of my own breathing for the first time in months, ragged, human, uneven. A thought slips into my mind, sharp as glass: None of this is mine.
My eyes dart across the frozen feed. A headline glitches, letters scrambling into nonsense.... for a second, I see what makes up my reality.
Then all is snapping back.
The avatars’ faces blur, then reassemble. I swear I see my own face repeated there, stretched across the arguments, speaking words I never spoke. My stomach tightens.
For one terrifying second, clarity burns through me: the feeds are not a river I surf, they are a cage pulling me along.
My outrage, my joy, my boredom, every flicker of emotion has been guided. I am not choosing; I am being chosen.
Then the sound comes back. A soft chime, sweet and reassuring, like a lullaby.
The avatars laugh, arguments resume, the colors of the walls shift warmly around me. The glitch is gone, smoothed over, erased as if it had never happened.
I exhale and feel my heartbeat slow. The thought that had cut through me so sharply a moment ago dulls, fades, dissolves.
A new headline flashes across my feed: BREAKING: THEY are at it again. My hand twitches almost automatically, pulling me deeper into the scroll.
The silence, the clarity, the glimpse of reality..... It’s all gone. Only the loop remains.
And somewhere far beyond my pod, in the architecture of the machine itself, the balance of the universe shudders again.
I leave the body, and can´t help but wonder how his world didn’t just happen but was engineered.
What was behind this Architecture of Enslavement?
It was not an accident. It was built, piece by piece, click by click.
Built by big tech systems that understood the human mind better than most humans understood themselves.
Algorithms were trained for decades to predict, then direct, human attention.
Every scroll, every like, every flash of outrage was another data point feeding the machine.
Over time, platforms must have stopped reflecting human desire and began manufacturing it.
The craving for stimulation isn’t random; it is cultivated, like soil tilled for a particular crop.
When physical labor became obsolete, tech corporations pivoted: if they couldn’t control humans through wages, then how would they remain in control?
It was right in front of them, control through attention and desire. Virtual spaces became less about creativity and connection, and more about keeping people inside.
Inside the constant feedback loops of the VR arenas, infinite feeds, synthetic pleasures, each engineered to maximize engagement and minimize self-reflection.
It was aimed at the mind, but soon it became clear that this tech could even be adapted for bodily enslavement.
Muscles are weakened from disuse, his senses dulled by overstimulation. He is both physically and mentally tethered to systems that keep him dependent, passive, and above all docile. The machines don’t need chains; the visor is enough.
The beauty of it all is the further reduction of the illusion of choice. Democracy seems a horrible tool, but it is still often considered the best of the worst.
The idea that you have chosen the framework you're in gives people a false sense of control, just like the boy who believes he is choosing freely: which game to play, which debate to join, which clip to watch next.
But the “choice” is only between options pre-filtered and pre-optimized for maximum compliance. The true choice, to disconnect, to reclaim stillness, to shape his own narrative, is buried so deeply under the weight of engineered distraction that it hardly feels real.
Life has become even a bigger mental prison than in my days, and I can not imagine how Martio would absorb this future, but I do see him, or rather him and his friends, journeying to the end of the world to find the boss of this world.
In this modern world who owns the big tech that learned long ago that:
- Humans fear silence.
- Humans crave recognition.
- Humans will trade autonomy for comfort.
Are they at all aware of the counterbalance the world desperately needs, or are they caught in their own addiction to power and control?
Like the Emperor in my first book, is the boss of the world actually aware of the damage that is being done to humankind?
Or is he fed the information that his followers think will keep them and the system in power?
The system of endless noise, endless micro-validations, endless easy comfort.
The system that puts the mind in a captive environment, cultivated like a digital greenhouse where nothing wild can grow.
Humans live inside this grand experiment’s, this success story: a utopia of material abundance, masking a dystopia of mental enslavement.
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