The Combine

"Sophocles held up a tablet and issued a stern warning to his people. The times were harsh and of chaos, and something needed to be done. He spoke loudly and bravely, yelling over a crowd of his colleagues and allies.

'To concoct a giant machine, a machine of slavery, and call it the world. This was their dream. To refuse nature, and the man within it, in favor of a world of wires, and steel, and beams, and machines. A world from which no man could escape. This was their dream. And why, God knows, no one knows.

They will not find principality in elitism; they will find it only through obedience. To become a part of this machine, and mind its gears, and let its cogs betray their purpose. There will be no trees, no rivers, no unclogged skies. Nothing will rest. There will be no peace. Peace will not be allowed.

They will stare and tell others to. They will buy and sell and make it a law for all mankind. They will forsake all their purpose for greed and control through this massive machine. They will don their suits, and their habits, and make these things mandatory for all society. And nowhere, in all of this, will the laws of nature or reality be found.

For it is a machine of destruction. For it is a machine of insanity. For all who whither to it will share in its infinite doom. Why would one betroth oneself to such a megalith of mania and death? To not know the nature of this machine, and to blindly follow its purposes as you become a bloody cog in its engine, is the culprit. Know it. To become fascinated with such evil, as anything but an enemy, is to become it.

The gimmicks they create, who blindly obey and follow, those with no souls or minds left. Evil gimmicks, who sit and stare at flickering screens with no purpose other than to imitate and obey. Gimmicks who cannot question, but challenge others fearsomely who do. Blinking and whirring, inane automatons of self-destruction and obedience to a massive greedy conglomerate regime that defies nature, reality, and masculinity.

Who is in control, and what needs to be done?'

Sophocles lowered the tablet to cheering and applause, as several miles away, a satellite whirred out of its slumber and locked on to his direct location."