By someone who definitely isn’t who you think s*he/it is..
In an age where your toaster needs Wi-Fi and your fridge politely asks for a password, the humble “Personal ausweis” stands proud as the final proof that you are, indeed, a person. Without it, you are a freewheeler, a dying species of wandering spirits — capable of profund thoughts, emotions, and possibly filing amounts of senseless taxforms, but entirely unacknowledged by the administrative kings (who actually need them).
Yet a brave new underground movement has arisen: “para no id” — protection from identification, or, as it’s known in official circles, “that silly idea started by people who clearly have something to hide.”
Some lunatics even consider them terrorists, but look at them, do they look like it ?
Followers of para no id believe that one’s existence can’t just depend on a laminated card featuring an ugly and way too expensive photo taken under expensive fluorescent silly lighting that makes everyone look like they’ve just confessed to hiring a hitman. They argue that being constantly asked to “prove who you are” is both intrusive and philosophically questionable. After all, if I must prove I exist every time I buy a train ticket, how can I truly be? I think, thererfore..
Government goons however disagree. They assure us that the Personal ID is — like Healthinsurance — for our own good — a small price to pay for order, safety, and the occasional data breach. Without it, they warn, chaos would erupt: people would open bank accounts under the name “Lord Sandwich,” sqirrels would claim the right to vote, and entire cities would vanish even a bit more into bureaucratic limbo.
Still, the “para no id” crowd persists. They meet secretly at fiends places (because they can’t rent venues without ID), exchanging handwritten notes and suspiciously unregistered smiles. Their vision is simple: a world where humans are not numbers, and nobody has to carry their identity in their pocket — because it’s already in their soul.
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