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Greetings. I am the System. I will provide you with hospitals, just to throw some dust in your eyes and show to you my benevolent aspect. BUT I will make just a few of them and small, in order to fill me with the pleasure of seeing you dying in a folding bed outside of the emergencies. I shall create schools not to educate you but to twist your language, your way of thinking and by that I shall downsize your intellectual ability. I shall contaminate your history so that you shall have no past but only future; future which shall belong to me. Greetings. I am the System. I will always keep an eye on you. I will use all my means of propaganda (my channels, my newspapers) in order to brainwash you and implant to you the idea that watching others, or when others watch you, is something normal. Afterwards, I shall ‘plant’ cameras everywhere and I shall invade in your personal life, I shall learn your deeper intimate desires and I shall abolish even your most personal moments until I reach the point of stealing every thought of yours. Greetings. I am the System. I shall make you believe that money is everything in life. I shall bombard you with the latest technological achievements and I shall force you to loan money in order to acquire them. You shall owe to the banks, to the multi stores, to the public domain…everywhere. I shall have knowledge of even the last cent you possess in your wallet and how you spend your money. If this proves inadequate, and consequently you still manage to have some money, I shall take them via the stock market; And when you little puppet, will have no ways of paying your debts to me then your personal belongings, not to mention your children’s belongings as well, shall be disseised. I shall teach you how to survive only by borrowing foreign money and owing me everything. Greetings. I am the System. I shall enforce you in labor and I shall give you just the table crumbs that fall but not before you begged and pled, not before you have kissed my hand. You shall be obliged to work until the day you die and if some of you manage to reach retirement I shall give you so little money that you will prefer that you had rather died earlier instead of killing yourself every single day. Greetings. I am the System. I shall create more authorities orbiting around me. One to legislate the principles that I desire, one to judge you the way I want and one to ‘control’ me the way I choose. I shall create new apparatus in order to ‘take care of you’ when you might think of questioning me. I shall teach you to fear of my presence, to fear me in every expression of your miserable life; to fear your teacher, your sergeant, my cops, your boss, your neighbor, god Himself. Greetings. I am the System. I shall poison every joy of yours. I shall infect the moment of your absolute freedom or even the moment that you make love to your companion. I shall enforce you to be locked at your house so that I shall be aware of where you are. I shall nail you in front of a stupid box and I shall feed you with subculture so that I shall make you believe that you are an integral part of this festival of moronity. Greetings. I am the System. I shall make you a fan of a team. I shall lead you in adoring a team of your choice. But since this love shall provide you with happiness, I shall also teach you that not all fans are the same; only a portion of them are by my side, my property. They shall be the ones that will be given championships, distinctions, brand new football fields, infallibility and impunity. All fans that have good relationships with me shall progress and they shall be regarded as children of a superior god. Greetings. I am the System. Whenever I swear from my balcony, I shall be called your leader while when you do it in a football court you shall be characterized as a punk. When I, as a president of my team, blackmail and threaten people, people shall call me smart and tough guy. When you suspend a banner, that I do not fancy, you shall feel my rage. When someone holds a torch in order to deify me he shall be rewarded with a position in the public domain and my machinery. Whoever holds a torch without my permission, shall be immediately imprisoned. Greetings. I am the System. I shall forbid you to travel in order to watch your team. I shall keep you tied between the limits of your team’s football field simply because I do not fancy getting into the trouble of controlling you. If someone escapes then the consequences shall be harsh. He shall suffer untold hardships. He shall stay there and never return. Greetings. I am the System. Your name shall be blemished by every means I have. I shall hunt you down because you just simply continue existing. I shall get rid of the democratic mask I have and I shall abolish the constitution and the laws that I have provided you by mistake and in their place I shall create and legislate new ones, harsher, more cruel that fit my purposes. I shall charge you with accusations for no reason in order to imprison you and I shall deprive you of your basic rights that you have fought for years to obtain. I shall treat you as if you were the worst criminal. Greetings. I am the System. I shall create armies in order to suppress any rebellion that you may initiate. If you dare to raise your head and look up I shall cut you down in small pieces no matter where you are. I shall abuse you in the football fields, in the streets, in the factory, at school. I don’t give any shit about your age. I do not give a fuck whether you are 15, 45 or 85. You shall feel every hit of my truncheon on your back. I shall sink you to the most tremendous and endless pain; I shall kill your children. Greetings. I am the System. I shall render your presence as unimportant and pointless. You shall remain my prisoner, scared to death; an obedient puppet kept in chains. You shall be born for me, you shall work for me and you shall die for me. You shall be forced to comprise a small part of me, a part which belongs to me. 2 children, 3 loans, dreams marked in advance, rotten hopes, gigantic fears, unaccomplished desires and traumatic joys. What I do not desire is you to unstuck from your couch at home, to become well educated and consequently to have knowledge of your elementary rights. I dread seeing you opening your eyes and using your brain. Because then I shall be scared of you. Because then it would be difficult for me to restrict you in a forming block. Because then you shall be able to maintain a small crack to slip away and make your dreams come true.
GTGipas (translated by GkaZ4), 17/12/2008 |
Greetings. Please allow me to introduce myself; I am the system. Some people call me the Power, but I prefer to be called as the System; it is much classier and sophisticated.