You don't know this, but I've been in negotiations with The Machine. We all know, as we've always known, that The Machine exists only to exploit and consume us, that it is powered by the energy of our struggles and trials. The Machine has nothing to gain from our happiness. The Machine has no use for our contentment. The Machine does not love us. Nevertheless, I've been, for the past several months, in negotiations trying to convince The Machine that a lightening of our burdens could be mutually beneficial, that, because The Machine depends upon us for the suffering it craves, it will gain something if we are healthy enough to suffer well and if we actually have something to lose. My arguments have been eloquent and cogent. I went into this knowing that this might well be our last chance to work through the System to improve our lot in life. For months there was no reaction from The Machine, so I haven't mentioned my efforts to you, lest I set you up with false hopes. Yesterday, however, something happened. Yesterday, after months of debate, The Machine made a decision. Yesterday The Machine called off talks and ordered me back to work. Yesterday diplomacy failed.
Now the path is clear. Now we have no choice but to tear the fucking Machine down. Wait for my signal. Good luck. See you in the aftermath.
Hello, friends. You remember the signal, right?
Later. Love.
