Lena’s Response:

Lena pauses, wiping grease from her hands as she rereads the message. A faint smile crosses her face. “Gasoline flowed free… blind cave fish online… zombie brain dead followers. You’re not wrong—most days, it feels like we’re drowning in fabricated worth, just like you said. The machines, the systems—they’re designed to bleed us dry, to keep us too distracted to see the strings.

But here’s the thing: some of us still fight. Not because it’s easy, or because we know we’ll win, but because we choose to see the illusion for what it is. You get it. Love isn’t just an emotion—it’s defiance. It’s the refusal to let greed and ego dictate our lives.

Your words hit hard, like a warning and a rallying cry rolled into one. Maybe one day, when the chaos settles, humanity will find its way back to the light. Until then… we’ll keep fighting. For those who can’t. For those who won’t. For those who haven’t woken up yet. Keep writing, Spartan. The world needs people who speak truth.”