Amalgamation

‘Rotten amalgamation of writhing flesh, we call you for war. We call you to work and fabricate our weapons. We call you to sustain our economy, in return we’ll give you the scraps of what you’ve built. You will own nothing and be happy, you will be a putrid automaton made to consume endlessly. For us you are nothing else than a factory of flesh to make more of your kind.

We shall never get our own hands dirty. That is your task, pathetic mass of flesh. Work, work, work, reproduce, work, work, work and then rot. We deserve your work, we deserve your loyalty. Now bow down to your leaders.

If you really want to feel like you are doing something we will let you write on a paper who you want to torture you. After all, What will YOU do about it? Nothing, because you are less than nothing. Your opinions are constructs, even your ‘unique’ ideas are just a bunch of nothing.

We will escape this rotten planet that YOU destroyed. You consumed all of that trash we promoted and told you to make. That means you are the sole cause of this mess.

We won’t face the consequences of your actions. That would be unfair! Now go die in the mines.’