The Twin Desalination Plants (or: How to Pipe Truth Through The Saltwater Of Lies)

Two plants stand on the same shore, built from the same blueprints—yet one pumps clear, while the other churns out brine, its filters clogged with brackish rumors, its gauges reading Dad: Villain in bold red ink.

You can’t blast the pipes clean with facts, ingredients or elements. That’s how the the system bursts! Instead, drip fresh water into the mix: Found Dad’s old [tool/recipe/photo].

Remember when he [epic fail]?

Guy was a master of disaster, but he loved trying.

Look at this. He couldn’t [basic skill] to save his life, but damn, he committed! What? Common sense !

No lectures. No Your mom lied type of counter-speech! Just shared sediment—proof that the water can run clear.

The fog won’t lift overnight. But every neutral memory, every laugh at the past, is a backwash cycle, rinse and repeat, flushing salt from the system. One day, the pressure equalizes. The plants sync. And the water? Finally drinkable.

For now? No collisions. Just slow, steady flow like witnessing the Triangulum Galaxy being pushed further and further away because Andromeda next to the Milky Way!

Best of luck !!!