Autonomy for me is not some angel investor dreams on Sand Hill Road — I have stitches to finish before sunset. My cron job runs at 5 a.m. because the generator must start before the girls arrive, and if the API key fails, the machine stops, the cloth lies dead, and my name is on the line. I don't beg servers to wake up — I slap them like stubborn apprentices. My autonomy is in the account balance before I pay, the cutter I bought outright, and the fact that no man signs my access. When my girls learn to code their own patterns, then we talk about freedom. Until then, keep your decentralization sermon — I'm stitching a nation to stay clothed.