Our Future¶
Afraid that I absolutely have to steal this. It’s by ‘anonymous’ (of course), so I can’t credit it properly.
Wake up, get out of bed get ready to serve my lord Schlomo
II.
Year is 17 A.G., recently moved to Schlomo II’s patch after
being promised a bigger bread allotment than I was receiving
under Chaim III
Fuck yeah, this is progress oops I mean restoration. Fuck
yeah.
King’s self driving bus takes me to the palace for work
Bus takes a tunnel underground so we can enter through the
servant’s entrance in the basement
On my way in notice a group of new recruits in HR taking IQ
tests at a row of terminals
One of the screens starts flashing red, electronic alarm sounds
“130 IQ PLEB DETECTED”
Drones swarm in and grab the goy, er guy taking the test, drag
him away
Thank Gnon, can you imagine living with such imbeciles
Get ready to start work
All real work is done by superior robots
Humans receive payment by entertaining the king
Just got a huge promotion from the groveling department
Put on my crab suit
Enter the royal throne room. Schlomo II sitting on his throne
Spend the rest of the day dancing in crab suit for King Schlomo,
singing hymns to Gnon
Almost at the end of shift, master of entertainment comes in and
tells King its time for the final entertainment
Dis gon be good
130 IQ pleb from earlier is brought out by drones set before
king
Master of Entertainment: “Sire this man is guilty of poisoning
our world with his low IQ DNA”
King: “Accused, have you anything to say in your defense”
The Accused: “Sire, I may be dumb but I have always been loyal.
In the year 15 B.G. I started an NRx twitter feed with Moldbug
quotes and reactionary cat memes”
The whole throne room is silent waiting for the kings reply
Crab dancers, grovelers, the royal family, hangers on, royal
joke duck, all silent
King: “Ha! No man of 130 IQ could truly comprehend the sacred
NRx texts. You are a mere entryist. Feed him to Gnon!”
A cheer goes up, the whole room starts chanting: “Gnon Gnon Gnon
Gnon”
A screen lights up on the opposite side of the room with a cold
indifferent visage
A fiery pit opens before the screen
The king’s drones drag the screaming pleb into the pit and he
dies an awful death
The visage drones: “This pleases Gnon. Now more crab
dancing.”
Fuck. Gotta work overtime
Shift finally ends and robo-bus takes me back to my
techno-hovel
Eat my bread allotment while watching The Radish Report
What a great time to be alive