This is the Organisational Management world now. We’ll never leave this campus, even if we leave this campus. Everything that will happen will happen here. Wherever we live, we will be living here.
It's after the end of the world now. Have you noticed? We’ve crossed some invisible threshold. We’ve left the old world behind.
This is the battleground for every future war. This is where we’ll resist, or whatever. We have to understand this territory. We’ll have to find our weapons here.
After the cull: that’s what’s Organisational Management’s planning for. That’s when it’ll come into its own. When the population’s cut down to size. When the survivors will be living in campuses like this. Only they won’t be called campuses then.
And what about us, will we survive? Being part of Organisational Management might protect us.
What did Cicero want us to do? What was all our training for?
It’s still going on, our training. We’re being sharpened against the whetstone of Organisational Management. For what, that’s to be revealed. We’re becoming something. Just by being here.
We should hang ourselves right now! From one of these lampposts.
Is suicide allowed? There are probably suicide prevention drones to talk us out of it. They’ll spray anti-depression gas.
Or just let us die. They don’t need people like us. Everything’s ready for the great cull, right? Everyone and everything perfectly controlled. No one will even protest … We’ll practically volunteer for the euthanasia pods …
Work in Progress 