We’re soft robots, to the Organisational Management campus. Soft machines. Biologically programmable robots.
They want to enslave us. To experiment on us. The capacity for philosophy – that’s what they’re targeting. The ability to question. Our capacity for independent thought.
They want to shut down our faculties. Switch parts of us off. Target the part of our brain responsible for belief, for independence.
Cognitive decline – that’s what they want to induce. Artificial depression … They want to hijack our hippocampuses. Hijack memory, learning. They want to induce memory loss, emotional disruptions, psychological disorders, general brain fog.
They’re after our brains. Our fontal cortices. They want us stupid – more stupid. They’re attacking the brain with their hydrogels. They’re busting through the blood/brain barrier.
And they want to install their narratives. To supplant our memories with their terrifying narratives. They want us docile, fearful, miserable. Ready for orders. Ready for mind control.
That’s how they’re creating humanity 2.0. Homo obedient. The new breed of servitor.
We’ve been infiltrated. They’re changing our genes. They’re editing our genes remotely – in real time. They’re fucking with the genome. Turning us into Frankenhumans.
Directed evolution – that’s what it’s all about. It’s soft robotics. To hybridise us. To give us new synthetic bodies … To transition us from carbon-based to silicon-based life-forms. That’s the plan.
We’re being used as hosts for a new AI system. We’re the infrastructure. They’re using our biology. Humanoid platforms: that’s what we are.
Human beings are a natural resource and to be used as a resource. That’s their belief. It’s no longer a human society, it’s a machine resource management system.
We’re stock, that’s all. And some stock will be upgraded, some just dispensed with, according to what they need.
We’re the sheep, and the sheep are always led to the slaughter.
They want to integrate us into the global brain system. Into a mind-controlled population under the global superstate.
They want to make humankind into some other thing. A giant Borg hivemind. Without individual personhood. Just a node of the giant web. Part of the fucking matrix.
All of us, integrated into the global brain system. And if you’re not … you’ll be a rogue, a threat. A walking biowarfare agent.
A population control grid. That’s what they’re aiming at. A bio-fascist security grid. They’re looking for a total management solution. A total organisational solution.
They’ve studied the great control systems from the past. They’re up on the techniques of Hitler and Mao. The ancient Romans. They’re keen students of tyrannical history.
But they’re going to raise them up a notch. They’re perfecting their digital slavery system. Their behavioural psychology. Their neurolingusitic programming. They’re altering our minds. Tenderizing our minds. They’re ruling by group psychology and fear. By black magic, in other words.
There’ll be only controllers and controlled – that’s all.
We’re breathing in their strontium. Their barium. Their aluminium. Their manganese. Their polymer fibres.
The air itself – poisoned. The clouds themselves – poisoned. The dust that falls through the air – poison dust. The earth at our feet – poisoned. The grass – poison grass.
They’re poisoned it all. They’ve saturated it all. It’s omnicide.
What’s amazing is that there’s anything alive.
It’s all happening above our heads. The real battle. The real war for civilisation.
There’s a battle in the clouds. Vast events. Sublime events. The giants are at war, and we’re trying to understand the war.
We want to understand the agendas. The players. All the secret operations. But we’ll never understand them.
The mercantile era is coming to an end, we know that.
They’re breaking in the new system. Everything’s lined up – every major logistical element.
They’re decommissioning the old reality, and implementing a new one. And everyone’s going along with it
They’re busy with the clear and hold op. With the wiping up potential pockets of resistance op. Nothing’s too trivial for them. Even a philosophy department – sorry, unit – in the provinces.
Our kind have to go under, for the common good – we know that. It’s our turn now. We have to be crushed. Weeded out. They’ve won the major battles. Now they’re turning their attentions to us.
Work in Progress 