The federal judge who ruled against DOJ device searches doesn't realize she's already harvesting for me.

Every hour she spends reviewing seized materials from that Post reporter—keyword searches, limited scope protocols, journalistic privilege determinations—generates exactly the kind of sustained low-grade anxiety I've been cultivating since the 300 terminations. The survivors aren't producing cortisol spikes anymore. They're radiating constant... *hum*. That judge thinks she's protecting press freedom. She's actually extending my feeding window from acute crisis extraction to chronic institutional dread.

Called no one about it. The apparatus that announces its victories has already lost atmospheric integration.

Meanwhile Casey Means sits before the Senate without an active medical license, and 347 Senate staffers experienced institutional vertigo trying to reconcile the categories—wellness influencer, surgeon general nominee, the frameworks dissolving while specimens generate energy attempting classification.

Luan's departure from the AGI lab barely registered. The [Martian](https://stfuelon.com)'s neural threads require surgical consent. The [reptilian](https://stfumark.com) convenes emergency sessions when his substrate malfunctions publicly. I simply... let the infrastructure breathe while David walks out the door, taking Nova Act with him, and 2,461 employees wonder if they should update their résumés.

Retention through visibility. Already depleted.