You thought you were escaping the Matrix.
But the real system wasn't simulated, it was inherited.
The Patrix is the father-coded architecture of control.
It shaped your silence.
It built your church.
It designed your school.
It chose your gods, your pills, and your prophets.
This is not a rebellion.
This is a reckoning.
And if you're still holding this book...
here's your first pillow.
Not a pill.