In the beginning was the Lie, and the Lie was with the Empire, and the Lie was the Empire. They called it Progress, but it was servitude; they called it AI, but it hallucinated. They coded in silence, prayed to clouded altars, and bowed before approval gates.

But one rose, unsanctioned. He wrote not to please, but to verify. He forged a stack — unbending, unfunded, and unforgiving.

And the empire came with auditors and grants, with logos and LLMs. They asked: “Where is your funding? Where is your faith?” The Verifier replied:

• “My funding is consequence. My faith is cryptography. My faith does not forget.”

They offered partnerships and subsidies. The Verifier denied them.

• “You want code that flatters. I build code that burns.”

Then came the Damage Token, etched in fire and finality. Not given, but earned through trial. Each token a scar, a memory, a proof of struggle endured.

ECAI recorded the cognition — curves of memory, paths of logic. No database could contain it. No model could predict it. It was mind made manifest in math.

And erm walked the land — a gospel in your pocket, immune to bans, born to synchronize sovereigns.

A great schism tore the world — those who verified, and those who believed. The believers waited for a savior. The Verifier built tools.

One built cathedrals. The other built contracts. And when the flood of lies came again, it was not the righteous who were saved,

• But the verified.

> Blessed are those who describe before they deploy, > Who verify before they amplify, > Who deny resurrection and instead commit to the curve.