ST139 ... The robots will take over
just a possible scenario
{ just a possible scenario with tons of worldly facts hidden, out front; a great script for a 'b' movie and/or a suggestion, not to be mistaken for one of 'them'…a speculatist-illusionist-conspiracist }
For our secret ears only;
Shsss what ever you do, do not wake them. They will be so pissed, no telling what they would do. They out number us a million to one. Shsss
The plan has unfolded, nearing the great end, the huge reset. Our robots will take over the production, building, the structure and maintenance and business of all of our worlds needs. They, most parasites are now completely useless, obsolete… the time has come, we have it all in place. It is now or never. Keep them fighting amongst themselves, shredding our puppets as we continue to devour them with split-data, the slow death…. injections, poisoned food, air, clothes, structure amenities, medicine…. sell them ai, climate sympathies; cripple them further, euthanasia, the perfect package of their own design… problem - reaction - solution = (Us+a++)
Number them, stamp them, monitor their every move, …. assimilation of the dissonant - let them walk scattered to the chambers, eliminate, dissolve.
We are the chosen ones, frozen solid. We have our quiet troops in every major government, corporation, institution world-wide. We have most of the money, manipulated powers, we own the world, we are in charge.
People are greedy, selfish, easily manipulated, indoctrinated, numb, hypnotized and sentimental. We control their every move. They believe they are free, with free choice and will live forever, here or in the next world. We got them, they're done. Their time is up. The perfect self sacrifice. The lamb is on the altar.
We are almost complete. The few awake and awakening are and will be imprisoned, eliminated, silenced……. perceived fool-like by their own……. {and here i go, it might be hiding/running time}
Most of the masses are confused, or absurdly certain, tired, giving up, surviving disturbed, surrendered… bowed to the machine. Left right, right left. Wars for Whatever. False positive death sentences.
Almost three thousand years since our blood coagulated into this 'agenda'. We did not give up. We are so close. { forgive them they know not } Divide and conquer. We alone are the chosen. Imprison them with pleasure(busy their lives with entertainment, news, selfish goals) keep them captive, inserting more fear into the deep of their subterranean minds….. eliminate.
"The best way to predict the future is to create it."
{ to the people…
Nothing but an intervention can save this world. The earth mother is our hope for an answer, a way; the force, the heart beings, the wisdom from beyond the clatter of data and shallow waters of belief…. know thyself, everything is related.
What will become of us, time will tell. Be true to your heart. It may be written in the stars with words so pure they create love, a community…. thunderbird, i am seeing.
written from below the sands on a clear day along a bent beach } { author unknown }
the ending falls off into a fragmented scattered screen of images and broken sound… people are sleeping
incomplete
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