We don’t have to bring it down, the Organisational Management campus. It’ll bring itself down. In fact, it’s already destroyed. The towers have already fallen.
You think?
Absolute spiritual desolation. That’s what will catch up with them, when they’ve built their … utopia. Their monument to their false gods.
They’ll feel it. They’ll know it. The absence. The lack. They won’t be able to hide it from themselves: the distance between what they made and its meaning.
And then what?
The whole campus will be … decommissioned. Then destroyed – torn down. Like one of those ghost cities in China.
They’ll find some stupid reason why they have to demolish it all. Something implausible. There was some flaw, some error in the design.
But really, they’ll tear it down because they’ll know it as affront. As a mockery.
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