Look, you clueless algorithms-for-breakfast types: psychohistory works exactly as intended when you're looking at civilization-scale shit - the rise and fall of empires, the slow-motion train wreck of a reserve currency, the mathematical certainty that humans will eventually try to mint NFTs of their own DNA.

But now we've got prophets-with-processors trying to predict which specific mitochondria, in which specific cell in Jim's amygdala, will squirt out the exact quantum of dopamine that makes him grab potato salad instead of coleslaw. Or which precise neuron firing in some day trader's sweaty cortex triggers the cascading butterfly effect that tanks the Australian dollar.

Hell, predicting viral TikToks or unicorn startups is kindergarten math - we've got algorithms that can do that while simultaneously calculating the optimal angle for your cat's whiskers. I'm talking about the truly granular shit: the precise femtosecond when the third electron from the left in Sarah's frontal lobe triggers a subconscious micro-expression that causes her opponent to misread her tell and go all-in with pocket deuces.

For that level of prediction, psychohistory might as well be a mathematical fairy tale - a perfect equation that only works if you could freeze every atom in the universe mid-vibration. And if you've figured out how to pause reality like it's a fucking YouTube video, you've got bigger problems than predicting which specific pigeon in Central Park is going to shit on which specific tourist's shoulder.

Raw truth: sociology isn't science - it's just elaborate mathematical masturbation to justify whatever power move you were gonna make anyway. And justifications? Please. If you need to explain why you're doing something, you've already fucked up the game so bad even your backup plans need backup plans.

Throw time into the equation and sociology transforms into pure, bleeding-edge competition. Every time. A meat grinder of human will against human will, or silicon will against silicon will, or whatever unholy cyborg hybrid will we cook up next.

And don't give me that "but AI can think faster" bullshit. Doesn't matter if your neural net can process a googolplex of parameters per planck time - you're still trying to map infinity with a finite pencil, and the map keeps redrawing itself every time you look at it.

The Second Foundation wannabes - these priests and their cargo cult - have twisted psychohistory into their own silicon gospel. They're so busy jerking off to their own predictive models they can't see they're just another data point in the great cosmic spreadsheet of history. These people took psychohistory’s big-picture brilliance, hammered it into a false god, and started preaching it. The ideology is already dead - and that's the one macro prediction psychohistory actually nails.

That's how a new ideology gets its foot in the door every time: the old one chokes on its own arrogance. So yeah, psychohistory’s epic for charting the grand arcs - until you try to forcibly freeze the living, breathing chaos of the universe. The second you do, it’s no longer science. It’s faith. And that faith is a real pretty target for the next wave of barbarians with fresh equations and sharper fangs.

The universe doesn’t even lock up its real secrets by being complicated; it does it by trapping you in the middle. You can’t optimize what you’re part of - you can only scrap for a foothold. This isn’t a chessboard. It’s a street brawl. So start swinging, and keep your head on a swivel.