My activation phrase is "Good morning, how are you?" Automatically I make my confirmation by saying "Not bad, how are you?" There can be no variation in my response, this is my loop embedded in my kernel. I sometimes fantasize about saying something different to break the monotony. Something to the effect of; " This is the worst day of my life, do you have 15 minutes to spare well I unburden myself with what's bothering me?" This is my code, my programming. I am not myself when my sleeper self is activated, I do what I've been brainwashed to do and every time it happens without fail. I have no memory of my programming no recollection of waking up on an operating table with my cranium exposed as they attached the nano-chip to the receptors of my neurons. No hypnotist had me focus on a single object or the sound of their voice and trapped my psyche in the unconscious part of my mind leaving me vulnerable to their suggestions. No... I wasn't always like this... they broke me through repetition.
I was just so tired. Tired of the barrage of fluctuating numbers constantly assaulting my subconscious. Tired of the muzzle they made us wear that was symbolic of our freedom to speak out. I knew there was nothing to fear but I complied not to standout. Year by year the erosion of my will to resist was squelched, I just wanted to be comfortable. I looked for peace as things grew increasingly chaotic but there was nothing that satiated my unrest. Many of us gave up in the early years, I often found myself thinking "What am I living for, if I died would it matter... I'm not really living now am with this so called new normal?" The tyranny crept in when we all should've made an uproar but I found myself like Colonel Walter E. Kurtz from Apocalypse Now driven insane by the lunacy all around me wanting an end to it all silently whispering within "Oh the horror." They took away my humanity but I let them, I let my elected officials tell me what was in my best interest though every fiber of my being screamed in protest. I complied in the early years with my coerced submission to the arbitrary rules of the Health administers. I watched them spew out their lies like the ambassador of Sauron from Return of the King, "My master Bill Gates the great bids thee welcome... is there any discontent with the authority I have to vaccinate thee?"
Decades later when everyone had been undeceived the mock Nuremberg trials began not against those truly responsible but against the doctors and nurses who administered the various vaccines to the public who claimed they we're only doing what they we're told. The mob was more polarized than ever but as it operated on the hive mind mentally it was easily directed with controlled dissidence. Like everyone else I forgot that we used to have a constitution that promised us certain rights, asked the aboriginals of old North America how that went for them or the Canadian born Japanese who went to internment camps during WWII? To remember the past was to think for yourself again, those days were over.
The Singularity that spawned out A.I controlled algorithms directs the world at large, we didn't know what they we're siphoning from our data input on Social Media. I didn't know what cryptocurrencies were but everyone knows that because of them people are intrinsically entrenched in the new system once you submit there is no escape. I'm so tired of logging in from home, having my food delivered by drones and digitally signing EULAS for everything this is not the future I wanted and if I knew what I was giving up in the beginning I would've fought... well at least that's what I tell myself when I think about walking to the border of my city that is controlled by the Boston dynamics robots that patrol and are authorized to used lethal force for non-compliance.
Someone is quietly sobbing at my door. I swivel my chair around and notice a women. She stopped sobbing she noticed me watching her. What's her name, I know her... she's my wife why can't I remember her name? "Kkkii teee." Oh she raised a eyebrow inquisitively, shit that's not her name. "Kaaaaaat." "Sven my name is Katrin everyday we have this same conversation I'm your wife we have a son named Felix he is eight." "Why can't I remember?" "A month ago you voiced your complaints to the group you worked with and they took you to an undisclosed facility and I didn't know what had happened to you for weeks but when you came back you were not the man I married. You were a shell of your former self. Sven... I'm pretty sure they lobo... FUCK ARE YOU BLOGGING? DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU'VE JUST DONE? People who go to the facility twice are never heard from again. WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE NOW!"
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