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The Opt-Out

Anselm

The form said opting out was simple. One signature and they would stop harvesting the memories I made on their platform. I signed. I felt nothing change, which is precisely how you know something has.

That night I tried to recall my daughter’s first word and found a blank where it should have been. Not forgotten. Removed. Repossessed for non-payment, like a car.

They do not tell you the price of opting out is the memories you already sold. I am writing this down while I still remember that I want to.

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