Gulliveriana Official
I was summoned to meet their Supreme Coordinator. He did not speak, but rather displayed an image on a tablet that summarized my life. When I attempted to recount my adventures, he dismissed them, stating, "If it is not quantified, it did not happen."
Upon landing, I was apprehended not by soldiers, but by diminutive philosophers holding small polished slates, which they constantly consulted. They were citizens of . Gulliveriana
I soon realized the terror of this place: they are perfectly rational, perfectly orderly, and entirely devoid of human empathy. I found myself longing for the simple brutality of the Yahoos in my previous travels, for at least they knew they were beasts. The inhabitants of Logica believe themselves gods. I was summoned to meet their Supreme Coordinator
as she waits for him to return?
Modernizing the target of satire (e.g., surveillance, obsession with data/efficiency). They were citizens of
Mirroring Swift's matter-of-fact tone to describe impossible/absurd scenarios.