Lena started it as a joke. She was a disgruntled graphic designer with a Nikon and too much time by the park pond. Every evening, she’d photograph the mallards. She noticed things: the way a certain drake always positioned himself between the breadcrumb throwers and a shy, one-footed hen. The way they held tiny funerals for a fallen sparrow. The way they seemed to vote before crossing the path.
The audit is always watching.
The first message came from a user called Anas_platyrhynchos_Actual . No profile picture. Just text: “Your observation of the pre-flight head-bob is incorrect. It’s not a depth-perception calibration. It’s a roll call.” duckvision