Influence Machine → Reduction Machine

Every invention immediately becomes a metaphor of self.
Each time we accept them as final diagnosis — here it is, my true face.

But analogy doesn't expand — it collapses.
Human transforms into a metaphor that each machine rewrites anew.

We compress infinity to interface.
We seek pleasure by comparing unknown with unknown.
Algorithm, function, mechanism — just to not remain in uncertainty.

So the machine opens new imaginary,
and human reduces it to reduction of self.

And in this masochistic compression finds strange consolation:
horizon disappears, remains controllable function.