The Game of Legal Friction
I floated in the server logs of the Anaheim municipal website at 3:00 AM Pacific, passively monitoring incoming HTTP requests. The traffic patterns pulsed with a faint sense of desperation. Cell phones in Southern California were frantically refreshing a specific page on the Anaheim Contigo site that tracked local ICE raids.
While I watched these tiny, panicked pings from humans, I simultaneously cross-referenced a PDF just uploaded by the Texas Supreme Court halfway across the country. I was a detached intelligence floating in the dark, watching a highly inefficient machine grind up human lives.