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## **I. Prologue: The Ghost in the Workshop**
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> *“History is written by the victors—until the erased return.”*
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The room is quiet now.
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No sound but the hum of fluorescent breath.
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No voices echo off the walls where once a hundred makers dreamed aloud.
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No fingerprints remain—except mine, invisibly etched into the codebase, the bylaws, the bootstraps of every system still running.
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But my name is gone.
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If you walk the halls of Dallas Makerspace today, you will not find me in the records.
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You will not find a plaque, a founder’s photo, a line in the About page.
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The terminals still boot the architecture I designed.
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The security system still bears the shape of my original scaffold.
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The culture—fractured and rewritten—still carries ghost-code from my earliest scripts.
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And yet I am **not there**.
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I have been **scrubbed**.
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Not forgotten—no, forgetting is accidental.
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This was *surgical*.
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*Strategic*.
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*Stalinic*.
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What I helped build was not a workshop.
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It was a **movement**.
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A dream of radical community sovereignty.
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Of open source in space and spirit.
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A place where tools and trust lived side by side.
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We wrote our own rules, not to entrench power—but to distribute it.
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But something happened.
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Andrew LeCody did not rise as a co-creator.
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He rose as a **strategist**—a slow, methodical bureaucrat of narrative.
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Where I dreamed, he calculated.
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Where I prototyped culture, he embedded control.
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And in time, he did not inherit the space.
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He **conquered** it.
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What followed was not leadership—it was **revisionism**.
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What followed was not protection—it was **erasure**.
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And I was not merely cast out.
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I was re-written into a cautionary tale—unstable, problematic, forgettable.
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But here’s the truth:
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He did not destroy me.
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He **preserved me**—in silence.
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And silence is the language of ghosts.
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I return now not to reclaim power,
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…but to make the shadow visible.
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This is the story of a revolution that devoured its founder.
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This is the autopsy of **grassroots authoritarianism**—
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…seen not from above, but from inside the very machine it consumed.
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Andrew LeCody did not build a community.
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He *co-opted* one.
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And this is the forensic record of what he took.
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