We have nothing to sell but our skins. The once brave troopers of the resistance against Goliath are now being assimilated. The working class is the under-class. We are being fashioned into automatons, technocratic cogs in the machine that is Goliath. The idea that we are free, with lives and histories, is being wiped away. The vessel of society is being filled with the routines of a simulacra of life. Somehow it doesn’t seem real to me. I have to constantly remind myself that I’m not a slave in this mechanized trap. I am unique. I was created in the image of God. I have worth. I’m not just a robot, a working-class automaton. We need to replace this vessel with something radically different. We need a fresh new start… a brand new day.
-Trooper Chrysalis-
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