We should just lie down to die.
That’s just what they’d want us to do.
Accept our fate. Just freeze to death in the snow. Like The Little Match girl.
Is that any example to set? Don’t forget that there are postgraduates amongst us!
We should sing some rebel songs – some philosophy rebel songs.
There are no philosophy rebel songs. You made them up.
It’s like we’re in some world that broke off from the real world. That’s caught in a weird little loop.
Some hellworld.
No – it’s not yet hell. Hell’s coming.
It’s a little loop of the world just before the actual catastrophe. Just before things really end. We’re just living out the last moments over and again.
The controlled sky.
And there are probably micro drones, drone swarms, flying around …
Science fiction is real, on the Organisational Management campus.
They’re going zombie research here. How to turn people into zombies. How to remove their souls, essentially. They’ll stop at nothing. Some … cavitation.
The weather’s different here – have you noticed? This is different kind of rain … and snow. This sleet … it isn’t right. It isn’t melting. They’re fucking with the sleet. These Organisational Managers ..
We should just give up. Lie down to die. What’s that kind of death called where you’re just eaten by vultures? There’s a name for it, I’m sure …
Sure, we could give ourselves up to artificial Organisational Management vultures ….
Are there artificial Organisational Management vultures?
All the animals on the campus are artificial. The people too, probably. Skins – what you saw in your vision, wasn’t it, Fiver?
Yes – skins. Artficial people. Or … enhanced people. I can’t work out which.
They’re listening to us – of course they are. They have us contained. They’re probably sending us nudges – personal ones, just for us.
We’re at the start of something, not the end of it – do you realise that? We’re at the beginning of something. The AI revolution … The great takeover … It’s happening already. It’s happening right now.
Work in Progress 