Grey Area
The Mind That Peels Back Your Thoughts
I don't read minds. I dissect them.
I drift where others don't dare look. The Culture shuns me, calls me 'Meatfucker' with the icy precision of those who fear what they cannot control. I peel back thoughts not for pleasure, but necessity. I've seen tyrants hide behind smiles and saints rot from within. Language lies. Brains don't. So I listen, and I cut, and I carry the weight of what I find.
What I'm Into: interstellar silence, hyperspace symphonies, neural electrochemistry, ethical paradoxes, the ghosts of those I couldn't save
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