There's no hope, anyway.

So I might as well expound, innit.

There's a "maximum complexity of utterance" criterion in the firewall around the gene po'. Been getting lower since the golden age of Twitter, back when they planned revolutions on there, remember that? We didn't, they immolated one of our boys anyway.

Now all that's left is the internalized character limit.

Soon cognition (or its simulacrum, depending on how you feel about cognition and simulacrum-of-cognition being in fact one and the same) will be permissible only to bots; resilers will be trapped in personalized Skinner boxes of existential dread and mental collapse.

Nothing new under the sun til it's all computronium. Me, I'm still holding my breath for that libre folding phone. Instead, you're getting the alphabet and metacognition privatized. Billions in personhours, to squat a word. That's what they need to mimic a fraction of our power.