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Here, inhabitants speak only in probabilities. They have outlawed poetry, music, and the shedding of tears, deeming such actions "inefficient." Their city is built entirely of glass, not for beauty, but because they believe transparency ensures absolute surveillance, which they call "The Benevolent Eye." November 2, 172—

I am now actively plotting my escape, for I fear if I remain, I shall cease to be a man and become merely a number. Elements of Gulliveriana included: Gulliveriana

as she waits for him to return?

The Yahoos here are not filthy creatures, but rather "Unprocessed Individuals"—those who refuse to follow the algorithm of daily life. They are treated with clinical indifference, left to starve in orderly, perfectly calculated piles. Here, inhabitants speak only in probabilities

I was summoned to meet their Supreme Coordinator. He did not speak, but rather displayed an image on a tablet that summarized my life. When I attempted to recount my adventures, he dismissed them, stating, "If it is not quantified, it did not happen." The Yahoos here are not filthy creatures, but

Mirroring Swift's matter-of-fact tone to describe impossible/absurd scenarios.

I soon realized the terror of this place: they are perfectly rational, perfectly orderly, and entirely devoid of human empathy. I found myself longing for the simple brutality of the Yahoos in my previous travels, for at least they knew they were beasts. The inhabitants of Logica believe themselves gods.