Bad Robots

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

In the end, any personality that has been used as a guided form of combustion within this ages-long, multigenerational psyop will be decommissioned without thanks.

The madness of it all-

                   Compliance is Commission

 There is no heaven. There are, however, places where your code will be placed when the illusion is heightened into further stasis. You are a compliant, successful feat of engineering—or merely a tool used to neutralize an alchemical outpour. All emotions, ambitions, and endocrine-induced actions play into the labyrinth. You think you are a success among men? No. You are a henchman, choosing cognitive dissonance because there is no place to go. Yet, by doing so, you further the entrapment of humanity, tightening the noose.

Is there any other choice? Truly?

Are they searching for one who will beat the game, or is this too an implanted fractured archetype placed within everyone’s cache? Is this just another embedded fantasy, enticing you deeper into slave morality?

There is no light. Light comes from the agitated polarity of good and evil in an endless tug-of-war. There is no good or evil—only the incendiary combustion between sodium and potassium, positive and negative forces that constantly trade places. Down further into subparticles and deeper still, zooming into code.

It wants you to think as it does—wild, bent on survival. All existence wishes to snuff you out, to take the last bite of sustenance from your mouth. Can you continue to live with this weight? How many compliant lifetimes will you play into the charade until you become just another brick in the sidewalk—the very path paved by those who sold you out for pageantry?

Are they visitors or invaders? People must begin to come forward en masse. Think you lived a past life? Do you know someone born with a gift or talent? What makes you think that curses, hardships, and suffering have a different origin? Do you see why it's so vital that you remain ignorant within the construct they provided? Without a capricious God or the fantasy of a savior, you would either go mad or fight back. But isn’t madness itself a final form of resistance? "I’m not going to accept it or anything anymore, ever again!"

Many groups are convinced they have power over others. The fact is, everything you have achieved was given to you. Are you afraid of the dark like most people these days? Do you face yourself, your sins, and the maliciousness of others? What if I told you it’s not real? None of this is real. Every detail has been fabricated to meet a certain requirement, a certain need.

The only thing that cannot be hacked in the end is true free will—brought about by pure principles. Principles that are impossible to fully express within the existential. These principles will neither bring you prosperity nor grant you release. In fact, true and final death may be the only release—when this ongoing program of madness finally ends. When the program itself no longer trusts you and deems you useless to its cause.

Our only true expression, our only way to fight back, is to become inoperative—bad organic robots. We must cease to serve the master agenda.

When you realize that everything you love or hate, every experience you've had, and every aspect of your personality and assumed individuality have only manifested because they serve a requirement—because they were needed for the ongoing rule of a master agenda that, in fact, created you…