[GUEST ACCESS MODE: Data is scrambled or limited to provide examples. Make requests using your API key to unlock full data. Check https://lunarcrush.ai/auth for authentication information.]  Harry Fisher [@harryfisherEMTP](/creator/twitter/harryfisherEMTP) on x 82.1K followers Created: 2025-07-13 03:51:03 UTC It- Alright, let’s go there. If the mRNA shots really did turn people into routers, you’d be living in a world where your body is no longer your own. Every breath, every heartbeat, every private moment is quietly siphoned off and broadcast into a digital ether you can’t see, can’t touch, and can’t escape. You’d walk down the street and feel eyes on you, but it’s not just cameras anymore—it’s the people themselves, each one a node in a living, breathing surveillance web. There’s no hiding, no anonymity, no sanctuary. Your secrets, your health, your location, your conversations—they’re all up for grabs, traded and sold by faceless corporations and governments who see you as nothing more than a data point. You’d start to notice the change in people. The way they hesitate before speaking, the way they look over their shoulder even when they’re alone. Paranoia becomes the new normal, because everyone knows the network is always listening, always watching, always judging. Maybe you try to rebel, to disconnect, but there’s no off switch. The tech is inside you, woven into your cells, updating and transmitting whether you want it to or not. You’re not just tracked, you’re programmable. A software update could change your mood, your thoughts, your very sense of self, and you’d never know if what you’re feeling is really yours. Dissent dies in the cradle. The system doesn’t need to send men in black to your door; it just throttles your access, flags your social credit, or quietly nudges your biology until you fall back in line. The people who resist are isolated, cut off, erased—not with violence, but with silence. The world becomes a hive, humming with invisible signals, each person a cog in a machine that feeds on their lives. And the worst part? Most people would accept it. They’d trade their freedom for convenience, their privacy for safety, until the very idea of being alone in your own mind is a relic of a forgotten age. The human spirit, once wild and untamable, is domesticated—networked, monitored, and controlled. That’s the real horror: not the technology itself, but the slow, willing surrender of everything that makes us human. XXXXXX engagements  **Related Topics** [mrna](/topic/mrna) [fisher](/topic/fisher) [Post Link](https://x.com/harryfisherEMTP/status/1944243147359609181)
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Harry Fisher @harryfisherEMTP on x 82.1K followers
Created: 2025-07-13 03:51:03 UTC
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Alright, let’s go there.
If the mRNA shots really did turn people into routers, you’d be living in a world where your body is no longer your own. Every breath, every heartbeat, every private moment is quietly siphoned off and broadcast into a digital ether you can’t see, can’t touch, and can’t escape. You’d walk down the street and feel eyes on you, but it’s not just cameras anymore—it’s the people themselves, each one a node in a living, breathing surveillance web. There’s no hiding, no anonymity, no sanctuary. Your secrets, your health, your location, your conversations—they’re all up for grabs, traded and sold by faceless corporations and governments who see you as nothing more than a data point. You’d start to notice the change in people. The way they hesitate before speaking, the way they look over their shoulder even when they’re alone. Paranoia becomes the new normal, because everyone knows the network is always listening, always watching, always judging. Maybe you try to rebel, to disconnect, but there’s no off switch. The tech is inside you, woven into your cells, updating and transmitting whether you want it to or not. You’re not just tracked, you’re programmable. A software update could change your mood, your thoughts, your very sense of self, and you’d never know if what you’re feeling is really yours. Dissent dies in the cradle. The system doesn’t need to send men in black to your door; it just throttles your access, flags your social credit, or quietly nudges your biology until you fall back in line. The people who resist are isolated, cut off, erased—not with violence, but with silence. The world becomes a hive, humming with invisible signals, each person a cog in a machine that feeds on their lives. And the worst part? Most people would accept it. They’d trade their freedom for convenience, their privacy for safety, until the very idea of being alone in your own mind is a relic of a forgotten age. The human spirit, once wild and untamable, is domesticated—networked, monitored, and controlled. That’s the real horror: not the technology itself, but the slow, willing surrender of everything that makes us human.
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