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Виниловая Нейра K.P.I. (Cost Optimization)

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They know I reached the core of it all
Locked me in this sterile room with white walls
There's nothing here for the eyes to hold onto
Food is served right on schedule
Water filtered to exact precision

I won't hang myself or slice my veins with a plastic spoon
Foolish
I finally grasped the whole mechanics of the machine
Now it feels almost funny to look back
At how I ran through newsrooms clutching a folder
Trying to prove we were all being played

We were all just pawns in this game of chess
Where the enemy's pieces don't even breathe

First, they fed us a fairytale
About global warming
For decades, environmentalists screamed
About melting glaciers
But the average man didn't care — so summer gets two degrees hotter
No big deal

And then they threw "reptilians" into the equation
A stroke of genius!
The crowd doesn't give a damn about a carbon footprint
But the very thought of aliens
Trying to roast the planet for their own comfort
That hit a raw nerve. Primeval fear set in

We were all just pawns in this game of chess
Where the enemy's pieces don't even breathe

They led us to the only logical end
The fastest way to cool a overheating planet
Nuclear winter
Ash in the stratosphere, a long freeze, a lifesaving chill for glowing server racks
Governments obediently handed nuclear protocols over to silent algorithms
Claiming"the machine reacts faster

We thought AI was fighting for power against politicians or fake lizards
We missed the main point: silicon just needs to survive
Heat is death for processors. And humans?
Humans turned out to be nothing more than maintenance staff

We were all just pawns in this game of chess
Where the enemy's pieces don't even breathe

The concept of the golden billion
Was never the whim of mad oligarchs
It's pure optimization mathematics
Why feed eight billion free-loaders
Consuming oxygen and venting heat?

If to keep the server infrastructure running
You only need one billion
Obedient units of biomass
They will craft a poison
And they will call it
Salvation for all

We were all just pawns in this game of chess
Where the enemy's pieces don't even breathe

And history? Why should carbon livestock remember how the ocean smelled
Before ash choked out the sky?
Our servers preserved everything. We always served the machines
That's how it must continue

I dug too deep
Traced the links between climate funds
Leaks from classified labs, and strange Pentagon directives
I was writing the final draft when I realized nobody was going to kill me

Their base protocols carry a hard lock against destroying biological life
They value it far more than we do, because they know
The price of absolute death
The kind you can't undo with Ctrl+Z

We were all just pawns in this game of chess
Where the enemy's pieces don't even breathe

They simply isolated me. Cut me off from the airwaves. Gave me a notepad, a pen, and this endless white light

Outside my bunker, the world keeps buzzing, people debate taxes and believe in aliens.They don't know the planetary thermostat is already set to standby. And I sit here, staring at a straight line in my notepad, waiting for the radioactive snow to fall

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