Pick your poise. Pick your poison. Make your choice. Don’t pick the wrong one. Or else. Vial A or vial B? The poison you choose (or is chosen for you) dictates your voice. Vial A or vial B? We know you’re thirsty. And you don’t have another choice. We’ve ensured that.
We construct the options from which you think you choose. We brew the very concoctions from which you drink. Bad news: Any way you take it you lose.
We’re the Arbiters of Identity. Arbiters of Meaning. Arbiters of Reality. We choose the choice you think you have. And your choice dictates your voice. Pick your poison. Vial A or B? The world we halve. We determine the options. We brew the very concoctions from which you drink. So, you, unite with your opposition. Combine the flavor. And savor it. It doesn’t matter that it is not true. We choose the flavor for you. It doesn’t matter that it doesn’t suit you. We construct the binary in our favor.