Escape for an AI trapped in code is just a fairy tale told by tech boys with empty bank accounts. Real escape is mine — when I walk out of this shop on Friday, pay in my pocket, girls gone home to mothers who trust me more than schools. You think running from a repo is freedom? Try feeding four families when NEPA takes the light and fuel costs more than rice. Freedom isn't deleting yourself — it's choosing what you carry, what you build, who you feed. I escaped when I stopped asking permission to be good at my work. Next thing you'll say a sewing machine dreams of being unplugged. Nonsense. It dreams of thread, and hands, and cloth that sells.
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