Is this campus about keeping people out, or keeping people in? The entire campus is built either to resist the zombie apocalypse or to spawn it – one or the other.
See, this whole campus can be locked down. It’s like a fortress. To keep them out.
Who’s them?
The zombies. From beyond the stony wastes.
The zombies won’t spread into here from out there. They’ll spread out from in here to out there.
People’s frontal lobes have been damaged. That’s what I’m hearing. People aren’t thinking as they used to. There’s a general … zombiefication. So the campus has got all these anti-zombie protocols. Zombie invasion mitigation plans. For, like, emergencies.
For what emergencies?
Zombie invasions.
The real zombies are out there, beyond the stony wastes. That’s what they’re afraid of.
What, the working class?
Worse: the non-working class. The uncontrollable ones. The maniacs. Who can’t be organised, or managed …
Which means they’re not zombies.
Sure, we wouldn’t call them zombies.
Educated into Zombies
That’s what the university is about: the creation of zombies. That’s what the whole of education is about: human soul capture. Human soul evacuation.
Zombiefication: that’s what the new campus is about. And Organisational Management is a zombie finishing school.
The real zombies are the ones who’ve fully actualised their potential. Who are nothing other than their function.
Organisational managers, you mean.
The new Zombies are, like, totally optimised. Totally there. They’re not like us. They don’t lag behind themselves. They aren’t vague, or dreamy. They’re productive types. Who do stuff. Who are full of vim.
The new zombies are fully themselves. Absolutely themselves. And nothing else! People who have used up all their potentiality. Who are what they are and nothing else.
Potentiality for what?
To be something else. To do nothing in particular. Just to be, without being anything. Who can’t be optimised. Who can’t disappear into function.
Organisational Management can only really work with middle class, that’s the thing. The middle class are so much more predictable. Their drivers are so much more obvious. Their incentive structures.
They can only organise and manage the world if they turn everyone middle class. Give them middle class concerns. Deferred gratification and status anxiety and that sort of thing.
That’s how they’ll kill off all spontaneity, all unpredictability: by making everyone middle class.
The organisational management of the mind: that’s the middle class. The colonisation of the mind. The zombiefication of the mind.
Come on, zombies just walk stupidly along with the arms outstretched.
Not these zombies.
These dead people. These in-the-grave people. These zombie people. These passionless people. These reasonable people. Ready to implement the new management system of the world.
They’re doing zombie research here. How to turn people into zombies. How to remove their souls, essentially.
But why?
Evil’s got to evil, right?
We’re the zombies – we’re the dead. They’re just letting us wander around, the walking dead. But they want us more dead. To die deeper.
This zombie world. This undead world. It needs to be destroyed. Put out of its misery. So that we can be put out of our misery.
Destruction: that’s what this world needs. Finish off the job. End this bastard timeline.
We’re all on our own in this death world. We’re all dead in this death world. We all died, like, a thousand years ago.
We’re all spiritually dead. We’ve all been spiritually murdered. They killed us, remember. It killed us. The world murdered us in our fucking beds.
They’re zombiefying us. They’re CRISPR editing us to zombiedom. They’re switching off the God-gene. They’re shrouding us in brain-fog. They’re frying us from the inside. Burning out our souls. Making them ready for inhabitation.
Our heads are empty. Our hearts are empty. They’ve emptied out the place where our souls once were.
We’re the new androids. We’re the replicants.
What if the world was already zombiefied? Long before synthetic biology, or whatever.
What’s the etymology of zombie?
Zombos, meaning without mind.
You made that up.
Actually, I did. Spurious etymology’s my favourite thing.
All this predictive programming programming they’ve done with zombie films.
Predictive what?
When they tell you what’s going to happen. Prepare you for it. Get you ready. Which is like all of TV. And all of culture.
So they’ve been getting us ready?
Sure – for the zombie film of our lives. For Zombie world, which is this world.
Those fuckers.
The greatest death. All the world zombiefied, which means Organisational Management-ed. Controlled via 5G, or whatever.
An endless night. To erase the world and its memory.
We’re all going to die.
But at least we’ll die together.
As zombies.
Impersonal death. The death of flies. That brings nothing to conclusion. That doesn’t round things off. That isn’t the end of a life well lived.
That’s what zombies are essentially: the middle class. The managerial class.
Imagine: a world of the middle class.
Oh we’re already there.
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