Date Recorded: 22 October 2025
Filed Under: Author Reflections / Information Fatigue / Cultural Signals
Classification: Declassified
“All history is written by survivors — especially the quiet ones.”
It’s been a month since Pejorative left my desk and entered the noise. The algorithms have already decided who should see it and who should not. Every click feels like a vote of confidence, or a funeral rite. I’ve learned that publishing in an age of weaponized information isn’t an act of self-promotion, it’s an act of endurance.
Disinformation fatigue has a texture. It settles in the skull like static, a quiet ache that hums beneath every headline. But lately, the noise feels… thinner. The No Kings marches cut through the digital smog like flare signals, imperfect, human, defiant. Maybe we needed that reminder: resistance doesn’t always wear armour; sometimes it just carries a sign and a voice.
In the calmer afterglow, I find myself oddly proud, not only of the words, but of the scaffolding that carried them. The new site finally feels alive, stitched together from code, coffee, and late-night stubbornness. The creative pieces have become small acts of rebellion in themselves. As a indie author I wear many hats; designing my covers, doing the typesetting and all the marketing pieces (particularly proud of this one):
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These fragments, these visuals, make the message tangible. They say what the book can’t shout: We remember. We resist. We still make art.
The irony isn’t lost on me, I wrote about a country quietly annexed through bureaucracy and belief, and now I’m watching our neighbours reenact the same dance in real time. Every time someone says it can’t happen here, I think of how soft the word can’t really is.
But maybe that’s why I’m so drawn to what’s emerging with Gander Social, a proudly Canadian-built platform that doesn’t feel extractive or performative, but rooted. The idea of a homegrown network, built for community rather than control, feels almost radical now. If Pejorative warned of losing our voice through dependency, then ventures like gandersocial.ca hint at the opposite: the slow, deliberate rebuilding of our digital sovereignty. Maybe this is how resistance looks in the algorithmic age, not louder, just truer.
And yet, the creative current stirs again. The fatigue is giving way to curiosity. Simulacrum has begun to whisper at the edges, a story about memory, recursion, and the fragility of what we call “real.” Maybe it’s the next layer of the same question: if Pejorative asked how truth disappears, Simulacrum asks what remains once it’s gone.
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Some days, I still wonder if the archive will outlast me, the stories, the signals, the small acts of remembering. But for now, the static clears just long enough to write this down. The system hasn’t silenced us yet.
– J.G.B.
End of Chronicle #011. Signal preserved.
I’m Jason, a science fiction writer obsessed with the places where technology, military life, and human nature collide - often in spectacularly messy ways. With a background in tech and the military, I love crafting stories full of sharp dialogue, immersive worlds, and unexpected humor. Follow along if you enjoy these kinds of stories or want to learn more about my writing and upcoming novels.