
Recently I caught myself thinking about something I read a long time ago.
There’s this image in History of a Town — a character with a small mechanical device in his head, producing ready-made phrases. It’s satire, of course, but the image stuck.
And then, for some reason, it connected with R.U.R. and Fahrenheit 451. Different books, different ideas — but something in them started to feel oddly similar.
Not really about machines, more about how easily thinking can shift into something more automatic.
I tried to put that feeling into a short piece — not arguing anything, just following the thought a bit further.