You Are the Product. And the Inventory. And the Profit.

You weren’t browsing.
You were being priced.

Every tap, pause, scroll, glance—it’s all logged. Not to help you. Not really. To help them decide who gets to see what, when, and why. You are not the customer. You are the meat in the algorithm’s grinder.

They call it personalization.
But it’s just predictive manipulation.

The apps are free because your behavior isn’t. Your late-night doomscroll? Monetized. That flirtatious pause on a reel? Catalogued. That search about burnout? Flagged. Behind every cute emoji or clean interface is a supply chain of surveillance—refined, packaged, and auctioned in milliseconds.

And here's the twist: you agreed to it.
Or so they say.

You clicked “Accept All” because not accepting meant broken features, locked content, friction. That's not consent. That’s coercion wrapped in convenience. A peasant can’t say no to the lord’s field.

We’ve become avatars of ourselves—carefully curated, endlessly scraped, more valuable as data points than as people. Our identities fractioned and sold, one pixel at a time.

Your shadow self is making someone rich.
But not you.

Maybe it’s time to ask:
If your attention is this profitable,
Why are you still broke?