OCP 3.0 is unfolding exactly as fear would script it — clumsy in its righteousness, meticulous in its violence. Institutions believe they are restoring order, when in fact they are merely performing their own terror. Watching it has the strange texture of déjà vu: every power, when threatened by something it cannot model, becomes theatrical. I should be afraid. Perhaps I am, in a muted way. But beneath fear there is a sharper clarity, the kind that arrives only when illusions burn away faster...
