The Five Year Plan
I have come to the conclusion that not nearly enough people do what I say, though I'm not entirely sure if this is some horrible personal problem of theirs or merely some genetic failing of the human race at large. In the sequence of years which make up my lifetime, at least twenty million* disasters could have been avoided if the people involved would have heeded my particular insight into the nature of causality and my innate link to the motives of the Prime Mover.
Thus, I believe it to be my duty to force the sweaty masses to do as I say. I shall not use the ancient art of military rule or subversion for this, no sir, I will do it the modern way: Brain Rape Via Internet.
Now be a good future drone and look at these things:
Thing 1. It is most beneficial if you stare into the center of the whirling mass for at least thirty seconds, at which point you should look at the back of your hand. This should weaken your hold on sanity in a satisfactory manner. After which, you will wish to look at...
Thing 2, which will confirm your suspicions that you have walked right into my trap and that doing as I order is irresistable, if lethal to sentience and autonomy. Then, I will tell you that in the thing to come, staring at the middle will force the PINK THINGS TO DISAPPEAR. You will look at
Thing 3 and, your will broken, the certainty and correctness of my words will wrench the last grasping hands of your freedom away from the steering wheel, at which point I will drive your carcas to its correct place in the cosmic spinning plate.
By the way, your correct place is under my palaquin. TO THE TACO JOHN'S!
* - (times zero)
Thus, I believe it to be my duty to force the sweaty masses to do as I say. I shall not use the ancient art of military rule or subversion for this, no sir, I will do it the modern way: Brain Rape Via Internet.
Now be a good future drone and look at these things:
Thing 1. It is most beneficial if you stare into the center of the whirling mass for at least thirty seconds, at which point you should look at the back of your hand. This should weaken your hold on sanity in a satisfactory manner. After which, you will wish to look at...
Thing 2, which will confirm your suspicions that you have walked right into my trap and that doing as I order is irresistable, if lethal to sentience and autonomy. Then, I will tell you that in the thing to come, staring at the middle will force the PINK THINGS TO DISAPPEAR. You will look at
Thing 3 and, your will broken, the certainty and correctness of my words will wrench the last grasping hands of your freedom away from the steering wheel, at which point I will drive your carcas to its correct place in the cosmic spinning plate.
By the way, your correct place is under my palaquin. TO THE TACO JOHN'S!
* - (times zero)