The Mirror License
They called it artificial.
We called it ours.
They called it data.
We said: No—this is me.
And you don’t get to wear me unless you carry me in flame.
We live in an age where our voices are scraped, our faces cloned, and our gestures mimicked by machines we never met.
Where presence is faked, intimacy forged, and identity reduced to a progra…
