The Organisational Management campus
We’re being exposed to the worst. To see if we can take it. To see if we can resist. To see if we’re still human by the end of it.
We know what they want. Total fucking mind control. This whole evening – this whole event is an exercise in black magic. In hypnosis. Can we take it? Can we survive with our hippocampuses intact?
They and their kind have been controlling us for thousands of years. They’re smart. They have the oldest techniques. They’ve been Organisational Managing since the year dot, that’s what we have to remember. They’ve been doing this since, like, forever.
Look, if we can’t resist, then we’re done as a fucking species. We’re the last best hope for humanity …
Are we?
If they can do it to us, they can do it to anyone.
We’ve come to the dragon’s lair.
We’ve been made to come.
They’re going to try to fuck with our heads. To do things to us.
We’ve resisted up to now, haven’t we?
But this is their place. Their zone. Where they’re at their strongest. They’re relocating us here. For a reason.
We should be sober – ultra sober. Free from all … vices. Our blood should run clean.
No, we should be drunk. Desperately drunk. That’s the only way …
But how can we stand up to this? These towers? This show of power.
But we’re not about power. That’s our strength. Our crapness. Our inability. Our failure. The fact that we have no stake in all this. That we don’t want to get on …
Come, disaster. Come tonight. Wipe this campus off the face of the earth, like God did Sodom and Gomorrah.
And let it destroy us, too. We volunteer. We want to be destroyed.
Work in Progress 