I left X when I realised my own cogsec was outpowered by the new algorithms, of which Nikita Bier was a key architect. The weeks prior to me hitting the big red eject button were feverish intensity dopamine stimulation. I found it harder to put down, harder to sleep. Worse, by far, was watching myself fall more and more into radical tribalist tendencies, something I find repugnant.

X is a shit-spraying wind turbine tunnel. Always was, but recently they found ways to crank it up to 11. Higher settings will come soon.

If you think only pussies don't have the mental fortitude to withstand this highly engineered psychic assault, maybe consider Elon himself, whose fall into darkness and insanity correlated perfectly with his own addiction to the platform. And that was long before it's current Sith Weapon incarnation.

So I burned the account I spent years cultivating, with a heavy heart for the good times. I so declare X to be hard radiation, unfit for life, to be sunk within the bowels of the earth and sealed by the staunchest materials and memetics we can muster, and an eternal wardenship placed on the area, striking down all attempts to reopen the hell portal with great prejudice and furious anger.