This is the last battle. This department is like the Nebuchadnezzar in the Matrix. The last true place. We’re red pilled – very red pilled. We’re the last best hope of humanity.
So who’s Neo? Who’s the One?
Cicero was Morpheus, right?
But Cicero fucked off …
The battle’s deep. The frontier runs through the university. Through our School! Through Philosophy! Through us, as philosophers! Through our souls!
It’s neuroweaponry. They’re after our brains. Our fontal cortices. They want us stupid – more stupid. They’re attacking the brain with their hydrogels. They busting through the blood brain barrier.
Organisation Management is a front. Organisation Management is run by MI6 or something. Or DARPA. Where did it come from, so suddenly? Where did it spring up from? Suspicious, isn’t it, the rise of Organisation Management? The way it’s swallowing up the older disciplines.
The plan: to move the old discipline into the Schools of the new ones. And then hollow out the old disciplines. Hollow out the humanities. That’s how they’ll do it. They know students want to study the Arts. So they’ll hollow out the Arts. They’ll infiltrate the Arts. It’s already happening. And philosophy itself. Philosophers! Students will think they’re studying philosophy, but really … in fact … They’ll think they’re studying the wisdom of the great thinkers, but actually …
The sky is where they attack you from. The sky, full of low-flying satellites. Full of direct energy weapon platforms.
The sky is a giant attack vector, that’s all. That’s where the attacks will come from. Nowhere’s safe. Nothing’s safe.
The Go command has been given. It’s operational.
Acoustics, microwaves, radio frequencies. Beams of light. Fucking unsurvivable …
Neuroweapons – they want to take out our brains. They don’t want us to have brains. Bioweapons. Hydrogels in the brain.
It’s attack … on every frontier.
Directed evolution – that’s what it’s all about. It’s soft robotics. To hybridise us. To give us new synthetic bodies …
They’re GM-ing everything. Including us. It’s the fucking mark of the Beast.
The great poisoning, all around us. Poisoned food. Poisoned water. Poisoned air. Poisoned thought.
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