A letter from the slaughterhouse
The latest shipment of human beings is on the loading dock. We have been told to be extra careful with this group, because they come from segment 15 A. You never want to work down line from that out post, son. They use the childhoods of the animals for some kind of manual labor. They beat them into becoming whatever is best for their labor needs. So by the time we get them, they are half crazy. It?s like they know that they are about to become Earth Burgers with Blood Sauce, or something? Not that they do.
Even a remote breeding farm like 145367AKFJ has to at least follow the guidelines and let the humans play at their religions, where they are taught they will saved by some imaginary thing? I can?t remember, to be honest. But my years working out here have shown me that this component is what we need to get the humans to walk down the conveyor for into Meat Dissembly Unit. They just stumble along in a religious ecstasy, mumbling low some words from their religion. They are taught that the blades are their god, you know?.
Have they taught you this in school yet? They will. Humans are tasty, easily farmed, adaptable to numerous planetoid environments. Do I sound like a teacher unit? Sorry.
Steal from me and you will be cursed in such a way that your hands turn into worthless, jelly fish like appendages that sting your intimates. Or sued or something bad like that...
Saturday, May 07, 2005
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