Led

It’s doing things to us, this campus. It’s working on us.

It’s leading us. Driving us. As though it were some kind of cattle run – a very gentle cattle run. As though it were some gentle abattoir.

 

We’re being channelled by the campus. Led somewhere.

We’re being borne along to its centre. There’s somewhere it wants us to go.

 

It’s like there’s a tractor beam. We’re being drawn – pulled across the campus. Some magnetic force. It’s like we know where we have to go. It’s fate. We’re being drawn further and further in.

 

The way it’s all laid out. They’ve put thought into this. Planning. It must be based on some UN model of population pacification. They know what they’re doing. This isn’t random. Perfect for social control, or whatever. Perfect for future lockdowns …

It’s working on us now. Can’t you feel it? The very architecture. The very layout of the buildings. The paving stones they use.

 

They know what they’re doing. They know what the effect of all this is on us. The dwarfing. The feeling of futility. Of impotence. That others, greater than us are in charge. That there’s no point in lifting a finger against them.