When the Empire was formed we established these words to live by:
"There is no evil, therefore we cannot be guilty."
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Everyone in the Empire knows they're being watched.
We do this to get to know you better. We want to provide the most accurate suggestions for you so you can save precious milliseconds.
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The information from surveillance is fed into the algorithm.
To be honest, we lost control of the algorithm long ago.
But, for the most part, it functions with no abnormalities.
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The algorithm sorts the data into suggestions, advertisements, services, products, and experiences that are distributed to our citizens.
This is the foundation of the utopia we have built for you.
We live in the graces of the algorithm. It constructs the vision before us.
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Here is the mythical Tree of Capital.
The ancient dream of the world's earliest free-market capitalists rests here, beneath the bountiful boughs of the money tree.
It is sustained by the data and ad-revenue lovingly provided by our citizens.
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And all of this is ultimately piped into the Throne of the Empire—the
seat of power and influence.
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No one has ever seen the face of the Emperor. From time to time, a shadowy form appears, reclining beneath the tree of Capital.
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Beyond this door lies the limits of the Empire.
It is mostly unclaimed real estate.
Wander carefully out there.
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