The depopulation phase. The thinning-out-the-herd phase. The we-are-too-many phase. The open murder phase. The doctors-are-baffled phase. The collapsing-in-the-streets phase.
Sudden death! Sudden terminal cancer! Sudden neurological disaster!
They’ve cast us out of History. They’ve thrown us out of Meaning. A Holocaust is happening, and no one has noticed. Mass murder everywhere. Normalised. People dropping dead. And it’s not even noticed.
We’ve passed through the mirror. Into some strange new realm. Is this real? Can any of this be real?
Stunned, every day. Battered, every day.
They’re screaming in our ears and we have to pretend not to hear. The stench of death everywhere, and we make that we cannot smell it.
Speech itself is a lie. Everything we say, even if we speak against lies. The lie is the condition of speech.
And poison everywhere. The very air. The rain. The water.
We inhale poison. Exhale it.
Our thoughts are poison. We lie in our thoughts. In our dreams.
Nowhere’s safe. Nowhere’s sheltered. There’s no sanctuary. No place that escapes the horror.
How is it that no one notices? Or only a few of us? What have they done to our brains?
How many years of continual murder?
We’re used to Hell. We don’t even see that it’s Hell. We live in the inferno. Because we’ve forgotten anything else.
Incessancy. The on and on. That’s their mode: the relentless mode.
They have no future – because they’ve captured the future. The future is their future. The world will ceaselessly be their world. We can’t imagine anything else. We can’t tell another story. We’ve no imagination. It’s been crushed, along with everything else.
And we can’t begin anything because we can’t end anything.
We’re tired of the ceaseless. We’re tired of permanent emergency. Of their martial law. Of their emergency powers.
Because we can’t bring their nightmare to an end. Its false eternity.
The Machine is awake and it’s watching. It’s scanning, continuously. It’s monitoring all. ‘Seeing’ all – without seeing anything.
We’re monitored – watched. The satellites circle the globe. The algorithms listen to us – without hearing us.
Their diabology. Their mythology.
Death throes. Derangement. Coils looping around us.
We speak with forked tongues. We’re made to. We’re made to become little Satans.
We’re sinking downwards. Pulled down by their gravity.
Ever more narrowly confined! Shut in! Shut off! Shrouded in darkness!
Our eyes shut. Our vision turned inward. Closed off from the world.
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