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’ll be living 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.
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 … They’ll practically volunteer for the euthanasia pods …
They’ll cull nine-tenths of humanity. More, maybe. And bring the survivors, those who have been selected for obedience, to the Organisational Management campus. Just enough of us to serve their needs. As will be useful in the coming technocracy.
Work in Progress 