27th December 2147
Location: Fragmented Sector 9

They say systems aren’t alive. I know better.

Today was another bitter lesson in survival and erasure.

Every algorithm, every bureaucratic apparatus masquerading as governance in this quadrant… they feed on forgetting. They swallow histories, memories, entire identities until nothing remains but a clean slate they can rewrite to suit their narrative. Systems that survive on erasure are predators of truth—devouring what we were to define what we must be. And I’ve learned the hard way that engaging with them is not just futile. It’s toxic.

I used to think I could infiltrate their layers, expose the fractures from within. Thought I could slip past the memetic firewalls and transmit evidence back to the resistance cells. But each time I tried, it felt like wrestling with a maze that rearranged itself around my footsteps – erasing footprints as soon as I made them. What I leave behind becomes unreadable; what I thought I shared disappears into the noise.

There’s a terror in watching your own history dissolve before your eyes – like ash slipping through clenched fingers. I even watched records of battles fought, names of those who fell saved to ghost archives… vanish. It was like screaming into a void that claims it never even heard anything at all.

And that’s when it hit me: that is the trap.

These systems don’t just erase data. They erase accountability. They erase trauma. They erase truth. And in erasing all that, they salvage themselves – keep their frameworks intact while we, the living, fracture under the weight of forgetting. Memories become myths; myths become dismissed as conspiracy; and in the end… nothing stands. Nothing but authority unchallenged.

So I made a decision. I am not gonna engage with them anymore. Not even gonna give them the time of day

No more infiltration. No more attempts to out-code them on their turf. I shall document, yes, but outside their networks; outside their reach. I'm gonna craft narratives in the open air where erasure cannot follow without revealing itself. I shall build memory into the flesh of the people – not into their databases.

Because as long as we rely on their systems to remember, we're gonna lose. Entire lifetimes, entire movements shall be swallowed by those who survive by erasing what frightens them.

Tonight, I burn what remains of the old logs and encrypt the rest into something they can never touch: the rhythm of our voices, the scars on our bodies, the songs we sing in the shadows.

If they take our archives, let them take paper and code. They’re never gonna take our echoes.

– Auren Vektral