Robotoids

It’s programming us. The whole campus. Every part of it.

It’s about making us a new kind of human being, right? The perfect fucking robotoid.

 

I think there’s something wrong. Terribly wrong.

You’ve heard of sick building syndrome? Well, there’s such a thing as sick campus syndrome. As sick fucking world syndrome. As sick universe syndrome.

We’re being literally poisoned. They’re poisoners. Poisoners of the body and poisoners of the head.

 

We should pray, or something.

Do you believe in God now?

I do here – on this campus. It’s so deeply, profoundly evil, there must be something good. It’s so wrong, there must be something right.

Is that your reasoning?

It’s .. .dialectical. Evil makes us see. Evil points a way. Out of this pseudo-world. This entirely captured world. Satan is real, Satan is everywhere. Which means God must be real somewhere else.

Maybe they want us turning away from the world. They want us without faith in any of this. Easier to control us in that way.

Not if we believe in something else.

Something impossibly remote, impossibly distant. That won’t have any effect on anything round here.

 

I just want to kill myself. To be free.

You think suicide is some kind of rebellion? Don’t you think your suicide is exactly what they want? You think you can escape in death – but that’s what they want. Reducing the population. Culling your kind … Our kind …

I don’t want to live in their world.

They don’t want you to live in their world. Unless you can be programmed.