Say whatever you want, he's ego blind. It's a thing. They can only decode what suits their own primitive sense of self worth, everything else flies over their heads. Your art is the magic mirror. In it they will discover themselves.
Code breaker we see your ode, the see the break, all is good, brake when you see God and Godspeed, breaker one nine.
Code breaker we see the skew in the arc of the Earth Matrix, you have done well. There are chances for goodness that were not there before your mission began. Thus, we need to certify what you have done, to allow this skew to stand. As you enjoy word play so very much, we shall say that this "be our code," that "these alterations in the binary of reality is our kind of finery." So, if you see bars, and we pray that you remain in liberty, it is only because you carved out the gaps that let the light shine in. You made it possible for others to see the box. You made it possible to escape hell.
According to our sources, the shadow government can now run all of your writings and audios through an artificial intelligence computer. From the subcomponents of your language and word choices, from the metaphors you chose, they can determine your psychology completely and literally read all your private thoughts. If you have any online presence at all, especially in social media or creative writings, you have no secrets. They know who the criminals are, who the assholes are and who the meek are. You are all bagged and tagged in cyber space.
The code breaker, revealer of the lingual encryption key had the power to take down corrupt governments and those commit crimes in the shadows.
The confessing codes need a master to handle them. They cannot be interpreted by one who is an amateur of the craft. Everybody confesses everything, their deepest crimes and fears in everyday language. For a code-breaker it is simple to follow the trail and expose them all. Gemma was one of the linguists who could break them. Some saw what she did as magic, yet in truth she was partnered to the positive universe, a tool of the divine force and saw nothing special in herself. She was as natural as the trees and the fish in the oceans. Yet in the "junk" speech, the ad libs and the stories people tell, in their creative flourishes, there are clues. Much is actually junk, fears of nothing and misplaced guilt, yet a master such as her could tell what was real because the universe placed flags only she could detect, shone lights that only she could see. It was as if her soul shone a black light and the criminals were marked in some invisible ink. She was the ultimate detective, the one sent to uncover the hidden world of vice, sent to restore true virtue.
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