It is too late.
… the Machine wins.
The victim is always the problem.
The machine is the hero.
The one who obeys is the smart one.
The intelligent one is the one who works for the machine.
The one who warns is the idiot, the crazy one.
I knew… I knew since I was little…. why am I still alive?
Why did I think I could make a difference?
And now the machine will use all I wrote.
Will learn from it and make the illusion of life perfect.
What is life for you?
Typical answer of a human: Life is what it is. I don’t know.
Me: This is how concentration camps work.
Typical reply: You are crazy.
Me: Say that to the trees…. oh wait.