“It’s all a beta test until destruction. Then we move on to the next system.” Says the Illuminated one.
“We know the system we have incalcated into this civilization has a use-by date so we always make sure we have our secret places to go in times of peace and war or (un)natural disaster. We’ve survived a long time by these techniques and suppressed evidence of civilizations pre-dating the narrative we want the sheeple to believe to conceal those unpalatable facts.” He moves his hands in a gesture designed in antiquity to calm the more jittery members of his flock.
“The sheeple have a mistaken belief that they will be saved but that is because they have always failed to see their expendable function. From the statistical averages that emerge from the masses comes the genius that we extract and convert to our own uses.” He pauses for a moment to scan the audience and sighs quietly. “None in here, by the looks.” He mutters to himself.
“The sheeple do not have a clue that once we became self-sufficient with a technology that was self sustaining we would have no more need for such an unruly ‘middle class’. Now they must be reduced and then eradicated as they use more than we are prepared to allow them to produce. Through the use of mass propaganda (mind control) we have managed to manipulate an entire class of people into believing that they are essentially ‘useless eaters’. Because of this engendered and ingrained psychological conditioning, they sit or stand at their ridiculously pointless jobs (if they have one) and, if not realizing it about oneself, realizing that those around them are not considered worthy of protection from the culling. No matter the form. Whether it be a sacking, death, or anything in between, they have been made to believe that they probably deserved it. The sheeple square away the cognitive dissonance by reproducing thoughts (that we put there earlier) to put the blame on the victim. Sometimes a personality defect, or a criminal past, that could only be seen by the boss until the axe has swung. Then it becomes obvious to all who remain.” The Teacher notices some of the students are becoming agitated as giggles and shuffles are heard at the front of the auditorium.
“OK, it’s become apparent that you are all pretty well retarded and have stopped listening so I will end the lesson here. Now remember to bring your specimen jars tomorrow for the ‘blindfold dissection and wound mismanagement’ class!
Horserotovator has had no choice other than to dismiss the entire Universe and start a new one next door. Might have to share the garage, though…..