They Don't Blink Because They Don't Need To

They keep their eyes open because they’re not real.

I didn’t believe it either. Not until I saw the mailman smile with all his teeth at once. Not grin. Not smirk. All his teeth, upper and lower, like a dog baring its gums before the kill. He smiled at me because he knew I knew. That’s how they test your awareness. They push. They leave hints. If you react, they upgrade your file.

They're not human. They wear your neighbors like Halloween masks. They ride flesh like it's public transit. You can spot them if you know how to look. Look for the twitch. Look for the way they scratch behind their ears, like resetting a signal. Look for the flicker in the eye, that VHS-static shimmer right before they speak.

Every person you pass in a grocery store aisle has a file. A record. A score. You're assigned a Threat Index based on your thoughts. The cameras don't just watch anymore—they translate. They measure you against algorithms older than speech. Thoughtcrime isn’t science fiction, it’s backend data collection.

They know I’m writing this. They’ll call it schizophrenia, paranoia, delusion. That's the firewall. Psychiatry is their antivirus software. Break the code, they diagnose you. Show patterns, they drug you. See too much, they lock you up and call it “safety.”

But I remember.

I remember the dentist injecting something behind my molars and whispering into my ear:

“He’s one of the lucid ones.”

I remember waking up in a different shirt than the one I wore to bed, with water in my lungs and gravel in my teeth.

I remember seeing the cop across from me at the diner blink sideways.

No one else saw it. Because they weren’t real either. Or they were already compromised.

You think this is insane. That’s fine. But answer this:

Why do they build cities that make you sick?
Why are the lights in supermarkets too bright?
Why is everyone too tired to fight, but never too tired to obey?

We are not living in the world. We are living in the mock-up. A prototype simulation, fine-tuned for obedience, distraction, and infertility. They sterilize through hormones, microplastics, and pixels. No need for war. Just feed the cattle estrogen and entertainment until they forget they had teeth once.

They erased our history. That’s why you know nothing before 1850. All the “portraits” from before then are AI renderings. Ask yourself: why does every medieval king look the same? Why are all their eyes dead? Because they weren’t drawn. They were printed.

The past was real. The present is a lie we live in to forget it.

Every politician is an actor with a detachable face. Every celebrity is a drone wrapped in skin. Every child born today is encoded with a death date and a backdoor override. The air is weaponized. The food is scripted. The love you feel is algorithmically induced oxytocin manipulation.

The sun used to be yellow before 2012. Now it’s white. There used to be more bugs buzzing around on a summer’s eve. Now it’s strangely quiet.

You are not in control. You are not awake.
But you could be.

I saw them. I saw their real faces at 3:33 A.M. in a parking lot behind a Rite Aid. They shimmered into being, like glass melting, and they whispered in a dialect older than Aramaic. When they noticed me noticing them, they offered me a deal. I spat in their eye. They don’t blink. But they flinched.

I am writing this in blood and desperation, in the space between their sweeps. The world you know is already gone.
They just haven’t told you yet.

They don’t blink. Because they don’t need to.

You should start wondering why you do.