>IN THESE UNCERTAIN TRYING TIMES DARK WINTER OF THE NEW NORMAL....
>AS CITIZENS (DECLARED OR UNDECLARED) OF THE GLOBAL VILLAGE MUST COME TOGETHER AS ONE, BUT APART, AND BUILD BACK BETTER WITH SOME NEW EXTENDED LENGTH TEMPORARY GLOBAL RULES TO KICK START THE 4TH INDUSTRIAL REVOLUTION........
>YOU WILL WEAR THE NWO PROVIDED IOT COCK CAGE FOR YOUR PROTECTION
>YOU WILL DRINK THE RECYCLED PISS
>YOU WILL EAT THE BUGGIES
>YOU WILL EAT THE CRICKET BURGER
>YOU WILL DRINK THE COCKROACH MILK
>YOU WILL EAT THE MAGGOT CHIPS
>YOU. WILL. EAT. THE. BUGS.
>YOU WILL TAKE THE MANDATORY VACCINE
>YOU WILL WEAR THE MASK WHILE EATING
>YOU WILL WEAR THE MASK WHILE SLEEPING
>YOU WILL STAY 6FT APART FROM OTHERS EXCEPT FOR DURING YOUR CORPORATION APPROVED BLM RALLIES
>YOU WILL NOT QUESTION OUR SCIENCE
>YOU WILL KNEEL WHEN THE GEORGE FLOYD ANTHEM PLAYS
>YOU WILL GIVE PUBERTY BLOCKERS TO YOUR CHILDREN
>YOU WILL ACCEPT CORPORATION SET UN MIGRANT QUOTAS
>YOU WILL SOCIALLY DISTANCE
>YOU WILL USE THE PROPER PRONOUNS
>YOU WILL CLAP FOR OUR BLM HEALTH HEROES
>YOU WILL OBEY THE CURFEW
>YOU WILL STOP SEEING YOUR LOVED ONES
>YOU WILL REPORT DISSENTERS
>YOU WILL GIVE UP YOUR PRIVACY AND FREEDOM
>YOU WILL USE NEWSPEAK
>YOU WILL EMBRACE MASS SURVELLIENCE FOR YOUR SAFETY
>YOU WILL TAKE THE VMAT2 GENE KILLING MARK OF THE BEAST "VACCINE"
>YOU WILL BE PLACED IN DEATH CAMPS IF YOU RESIST
>YOU WILL RENT YOUR CLOTHES
>YOU WILL LIVE IN POD HOMES WITH YOUR VAXPASS™
>YOU WILL NOT TRAVEL WITHOUT YOUR YOUR VAXPASS™
>YOU WILL EMBRACE THE CASHLESS SYSTEM
>YOU WILL HAVE PROPAGANDA BEAMED INTO YOUR MIND
>YOU WILL ONLY ACCEPT OUR VERSION OF HISTORY
>YOU WILL ONLY READ PRE APPROVED CONTENT
>YOU WILL ONLY HEAR PRE APPROVED CONTENT
>YOU WILL ONLY SEE PRE APPROVED CONTENT
>YOU WILL ONLY THINK PRE APPROVED CONTENT
>YOU WILL NOT DREAM UNAPPROVED CONTENT
>YOU WILL WORSHIP OUR NEW WORLD ORDER ELECTRONIC GOD DEMIURGE
>YOU WILL ACCEPT THE NEW NORMAL
>YOU WILL OWN NOTHING AND YOU WILL BE HAPPY
I trudge through the Bug Protein Slop factory, thirsty and hungry. But I pass by the cafeteria, where they only serve Bug Protein Slop. Instead, I walk into the domed prayer room, where ululating calls to prayer fill the smoggy, unclean air. The room brightens amidst the pollution; it is adorned with holographic displays of Saint George. The big black face of George looks down at me above the words RACE IS FAKE, RACISM IS REAL; his obsidian eyes search me, as though they can see into my heart of hearts. I lay prostrate upon the floor, on the rug that is made from the chitin of some GM insects. The robotic voice of George echoes throughout, as a pealing of a church bell:
>Which lives matter?
Now, my hands stretch across the floor and I sob. I cry tears of genuine sadness. I remember the years of sadness and pain and trauma that my ancestors caused all POC, especially WOC and gender diverse folx, even though all race is a social construct, despite racism being inherently and intangibly my fault for the colour of my skin: a pallid white like a corpse, or a lilly.
>I said, cracker... Which lives matter?
I sob and sob. In my mind races the images of Derek Chauvin's knee on George Floyd's neck. His exasperated cries that he could not breathe. The madness of the Trump era.
>I said, you jive ass honkeys... Which lives matter?
Before I can gasp another breath, my torso shoots up and I scream with all my lungs:
>BLACK LIVES MATTER!
Before I feel my throat give way, a bolt of lightning passes through me. A brain chip, activated, creates a series of convulsing spasms across my body. Waves upon waves of eddying orgastic-ecstatic bliss flows like the honeyed wine of the gods throughout my capillaries. My central nervous system, rejuvenated and energised, throbs and sizzles with pleasure. But as I begin to stand, wobbling and swaying like a drunkard, I feel my legs buckle. I topple over in a shivering ball of post-coital rawness. Between my legs, where a cock should have been, my little modified clitordick-mangina dribbles what spermless fluid remains inside my mangled gonads. It seeps partly into my work clothes, a sign that I have been paid for my first 10 hours of work before my pleasure break.
>Thank you, Saint George... You gave me so many orgasms... first from the OnlyFans girls whose BLM charities I donated to... and now... with your consciousness living on in completely black orgasm chips funded by the cyborg porn king, Greg Lansky, founder of BLACKED DOT COM.
The holograph watches me knowingly, cracks a smile, and booms:
>That's right, white boy. Go back to work, now.
Velcome to za pod, new tenant. Here, ve like to fink of ourzelves like a family, or a hive!
Look! Here iz zhe chamber, Herr Schizo. Ze 2 by 2 metre white shell.
Ja, eine plastic, sterile womb.
Enjoy zhe room service…. today’s Monday, so it’s bug protein. Every day’s bug protein.