Few men want to achieve greatness for humanity, thought Jeffrey. What better person is there to work for?
We need to be able to control – erm, guide the masses that can’t help control themselves.
Humans and their governments have effectively neutered the population to the point that they’re just skinbags, mouth-breathers and pseudo-intellectuals repeating political, religious or academic rhetoric that they don’t even understand!
They know how to eat, shit, drive their cars, do menial work, watch television and produce equally stupid spawns of themselves; what the hell are they doing to help mankind?
Never. I promise you this: they will stay together. They will be safe. My children will be accompanying them to the same home.
They’re going to get the death penalty. They’ll be strung up and made to be laughed at out in the streets and made examples of!
And which one of you wimpy men will be doing the killing?
I should have been the King of Earth, or at least that’s what my memory tells me…
I don’t need a speech. I have all I need to say right up here. He pointed at his head in confidence.
The materials are mostly from living beings – living human beings. They need to be alive to extract the necessary materials.
I want you to ask yourself the entire time before you meet me, ‘Is this really what I want?
The casket was lined with lovely velvet, which must have felt lovely even to the dead, but the glowing man continued to rip up the casket.
Does it kill them? I don’t want to be killing Americans whatsoever, Jeffrey.
Does nothing new ever happen in this fucking country?