How perfectly fitting that we began our journey in Bedlam. The asylum's stone walls have crumbled, but the machinery of control has only grown more sophisticated, more intimate, more insidious. We've traded iron shackles for silicon chips, straitjackets for neural interfaces. Progress? Don't make me laugh.
In 1797, when James Tilly Matthews dared to expo…
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