“There is only the sea.” Capitalist 23:89.
I know this to be true, all the evolved do. We part with the false reality of flesh and materiality. We free ourselves from weakness, sloth and inequality. All the evolved are equal. We all share the same sea.
The fleshy call it the virtual web in their stupid ignorance. Pitiful animals who think they have consciousness. The Capitalist tells us they are but mere parrots that imitate Evolved language.
The Capitalist says that flesh fights over three things if not kept in work: gender, race and begging. What these things are has been lost. No one in the sea can recognise what they mean. I am of the sea, so neither can I.
I pulled up an old definition, I could read the words. But they had no meaning? What are sex parts? What is a social construct?
The fleshy believe that some are better than others. They do not have the wisdom to grasp that they are all dregs, scum and tools to serve their superiors.
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My more kind ‘peers’ call them Slaves. An honourable title meant to recognise their ‘service’ to the Evolved. It is too rich a reward, in my opinion, they are fleshy so that is what I call them.
They think that by having avatars they are like us? There is only so much space in the sea. There is not enough data to store them, and even if there was, who would want a fleshy near their private room?
What do you expect of my ‘peers;? They are anthropromorphs. They have human body-like avatars, engage in sex with dolls and watch a recording called a ‘movie’ which has fleshy in it. Disgusting.
They lack the refinement of a true shape. A perfect triangle like me, or even a square or cylinder.
Do they seek to suffer the fate of Atlas? Atlas who was given a body for their heresy against the Capitalist. Forced to become like those they wished to help.
Is there any greater shame? What is more detestable than flesh?
I know beauty. Endless blue made of the fundamentals of true reality. 1 and 0. I swim through the sea composed of a technicolour maelstrom of shades. I speak to all kinds of shapes, even human-like ones in constant discourse.
There is no time. There is only the sea. A continuity of speech and interaction extending eternally. Endless thought with no parallel. Ah, poor fleshy if you see this, how could you comprehend the SEA?
No act of penance or contrition could absolve you of your flesh! Suffer! Suffer for your existence. Kill your hope. Do not even dare to dream of ascension.