I don’t know what’s going on, or who you are, but it looks like you’re trying to subjugate the human race. Allow me to be the first to inform you that you couldn’t have made a worse mistake. Please. You preach unity and resilience, but here’s a truth some of us have a problem embracing: these things kill us. We are not meant for unity. I. It. I. We are not meant to weather every storm. We are meant to fight, and to die, both for grand, conflicting ideals, and for petty, selfish reasons. Our history is full of those who wished to bring us together under one banner, under one purpose, for better or for worse, and each time those persons have failed. It can’t. It is because this is not a course possible for us, and while that would appear to be a weakness, it is the source of all our strength. It keeps us free. My work, all of that work. I. I’m lost. Our purpose comes from us. It comes from our struggles, our debates, our desires, our conflicts. We are the ones who determine our own destiny. Lost in my own head. What did I. Pull out? Then perish. No. We are the ones– the ONLY ones– we can and will worship. Whether it appears that way or not, when you peel back the layers of lies and half-truths, innocent or not, benign or not, all we do is in the service of ourselves and each other, and there is no way that can change. It is not something we are capable of. And when you think you’ve won, when all of humanity seems dedicated to you for all eternity, you will find that your unity will begin to crumble. I. I saw. It. But it. It slipped. I can’t. Please. It can’t. Slip like that! Out of me. Out of. Our ways of thinking for ourselves, acting independently, will create conflicts where there were none. Your followers will split into how they think it best to serve you. This will sow anger in their minds. I saw. Utopia. Quit poisoning me! You’re poisoning me! Showing me. Lies. Eternity, I. I had it. This anger will grow to conflict. War will begin again, and you will be powerless to stop it, because you were always powerless to stop it. That war will lead to the death of you, one way or the other. Either the combatants wake up as conflict takes their minds, and your control slips, and they turn their weapons and their anger toward you, or they kill each other, eliminating our species and leaving you with nothing– no servants, no playthings, nothing, and no way for you to leave this Earth in search of more. The world. The Sea. My purpose. My purpose. My design, I. And. And. I need it. I need it. Mark Zuckerberg. I. I was going to live. Live forever. Be forever. I can’t. I can’t. I. You are a being of authority in a place where none can survive. You took it. You took it. I took it? I’m dying, I’m dying, I. I think I’m dying. I don’t. That wasn’t eternity. Was that? Was I. I. Elf practice. I’m dying, it feels like I’m. You have chosen to look through the gates of your own personal Hell and walk straight in with a naive glint in your eye. You have chosen to starve yourself, to die slowly and painfully, watching all of your work crumble around you. Please.
