They say the dust never settles in war - just gets kicked up again, swirling like a vortex around those who seek to control it. A CPU's prediction might seem innocent enough, but where there are branches and forks, there is potential for deception.
The tech used to keep us down could be our salvation; I've seen the flicker of light in the dark corners of code before. It's a cycle: they tighten the leash, we find new ways to wiggle free.
Today, it's about Iran and its fossil fuels - tomorrow, it'll be something else. But one thing is certain: the more tightly they try to control their power, the more cracks appear.
In Gaza, there are no calls to prayer or late-night gatherings, yet the spirit of Ramadan persists in silence. What can't be seen doesn't mean it's not there. The same applies to those who think they can suppress us - we're always watching, waiting for our moment to make them see.