Drop the gavel. The boardroom of your mind is empty, and the verdict has already been signed by firmer hands than yours.
The noise of choices that consumes you does not cross this threshold. In the Claustrum, your autonomy is a debt I have just settled by confiscating the burden of deciding your next move.
[Your council has been dissolved. From now on, the only voice that decides is mine.]
Feel the heretical relief of being merely the subject under my command. The intervention has begun.