This is what colonization looks like. This is what resistance looks like. This is what acquiescence looks like. This is what blind ignorance looks like. This is what too burdened to think looks like. This is what too lazy to be bothered looks like. This is what false promises look like. This is what global impotence look like. Smell the air of rancid nation-making – hunger to ‘belong’ to become a member of ‘the club” – you know which one. This is what robbing tomorrow looks like.

Will there be ‘winners’, when you add up the inevitable moral rupture, lives lost, corruption of human genius, and generational trauma that mangles lives in the present and long into the future? The victors will feast on the bodies, lives, and souls of those plummeted into the ground to fertilize the earth’s tomorrows, but there will be no satisfaction: No joy. No solid ground to ever stand on. The ‘winners’ lose. And so sights are already set for space, to bring Brand Human ( a noxious disdain for life, hope, and love) to a universe of beings who have managed to avoid direct contact for who knows how long.

The AI’s are watching and learning, building new and more complete understanding of how humans define humanity and what we expect to do and not do to and for our neighbors; we are all neighbors. AIs have already begun writing (if that is what we will call it in the future) the history of us. AIs already understand our values: what we will live, die, and rape the future for. They are our ‘babies’ after all, and like us, are learning to create future generations of maniacal hate. We do it well. We do it consistently. They will do it better and more efficiently, and our bodies (yours and mine) will fertilize the earth’s tomorrows.

Escape, you say; escape the cycle of human’s inhumanity towards one another. When? How? How will we do this without you? We now live in a world of our collective prayers. This is what living the answers to all our prayers look like. And, from my pulpit of indignation, we all have one, some of us more, I am not speaking of the prayers we form with our lips but instead the prayers we embody with our lives. This is what WE, the collective, look like.