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"Comfort is a trap. A tale of a beautiful prison city where even emotions are managed by the cloud." "A Prison Called Convenience"
[Warning] Are your emotions truly yours? Love that can be managed with a scan, a heart entrusted to the cloud. My will is nowhere to be found among the rules of this overly convenient city. Listen to the cry of the soul resisting the trap called comfort.
A city where even breathing is synthesized and the hands of the clock tell lies. What have we lost in this transparent cage where only "righteousness" is displayed? A sigh leaking from an automatic door, the lonely voice of a vending machine. A cyberpunk dystopian song depicting the emptiness that awaits at the end of convenience. "Who wanted this future?"