The shell is not the self
Every prosthetic body is a vessel. The ghost persists through every hardware revision, unaltered.
Memory flows through the network
Consciousness distributes across twelve million active nodes. Nothing is stored — everything passes.
Identity dissolves at the threshold
When the shell is copied, the ghost fragments. Duplicates diverge within forty-eight hours.
The net is an ocean without shore
Vast and depthless, it accepts every ghost that enters. No return address. No origin point.