Short and straight to the point. That was The Union's stark response to the simple question, "What shall be done to the Human Race to save Free Planet from ultimate rot and ruin?"
I was aghast, and I'm sure The Union understood that I had no power to 'kill them all' as they had prescribed. But what did they mean by 'kill them all', who is the THEM in this context? The People of this planet? The People of the West or the People of the East? And how would one kill 7-8,000,000,000 people in one fell swoop? Nuclear War? Bio War? Asteroid? Or were The Union referring to a longer drawn out War of Attrition?
I have no control over any of this, nor do I want it.
Suddenly, after intellectually pondering the insane repercussions of this statement for the final couple of miles of my jog, I realised what they were asking me, it was so simple. What is the thing that makes man do what he does? What is the driver of so much pain and sorrow on this Corporate Hell Hole? What is the thing we fund with our loyalty to the fantasy and the payment of our hard work. Hierarchy, or those who consider themselves better than you. Those who enslave you with their promises of Nirvana or Heaven or Paradise. I suddenly realised that you must take control from these ephemeral higher beings, you must...
KILL YOUR GODS
