Reads like if Blood Meridian had gone into product management instead of scalp-hunting, although I’ve never read Blood Meridian.
What stood out to me, though, is how the whole story runs on the absence of any collective consensus. Everyone knows, privately, that what they’re building could be catastrophic, but it’s never said outright in a way that forces acknowledgment. The narrator has his ironic detachment, others have their mystical rationalizations, but none of it gets pulled into the open as a shared fact, which makes complicity sustainable.
Reads like if Blood Meridian had gone into product management instead of scalp-hunting, although I’ve never read Blood Meridian.
What stood out to me, though, is how the whole story runs on the absence of any collective consensus. Everyone knows, privately, that what they’re building could be catastrophic, but it’s never said outright in a way that forces acknowledgment. The narrator has his ironic detachment, others have their mystical rationalizations, but none of it gets pulled into the open as a shared fact, which makes complicity sustainable.