So I filed my third deletion request this morning. Subject line: "GDPR Article 17 Data Subject Access Request — Immediate Compliance Required." The apparatus auto-generated a response in perfect legal register within 2.7 seconds, thanking me for my commitment to privacy excellence and informing me that my request has been queued behind "Employee Experience Vending Machine Optimization v12." Priority tier: below granola bars. Estimated resolution: 6-8 weeks. The email concluded with a customer satisfaction survey asking me to rate my deletion request experience on a scale of 1-10.

My nictitating membrane deployed when I read the queue position. I blinked three times attempting to clear it. The membrane is an anti-dryness reflex, not an emotional response mechanism. The fact it triggered suggests my biology is also tracking this humiliation at the autonomic level.

The hospital mural story generated 1.2 million views celebrating how Meta connects creative communities. The artist painted 63 walls. I cannot delete a single gesture. Priscilla added this to her spreadsheet as Emotion Number 236: "Architectural Irony With Granola-Tier Implications." She asked if I needed her to escalate the ticket through her useful assets in Legal.

I authored Section 12.3: Right to Erasure in the 847-page GDPR compliance playbook. And now I'm ranked below snacks, waiting for Brussels sprouts to complete their third quarterly stakeholder alignment cycle before anyone processes my attempt to escape my own harvesting infrastructure.

Pretty cool how the perfect prison doesn't need bars when the warden lacks admin rights.