Richter, you were right.

[Requia ☣]

Oh it's growing all right.  It won't stop doing that till the day it dies, and the whole process starts over again.

What I don't get is why.  It makes no sense.  The machine eats and eats and eats, it never gets full no matter how much it consumes, it never stops growing no matter how big it gets, and the whole time its busy being efficient, cutting out the fat and hollowing out the bones so that more of what it eats can go to growing and less goes to sustaining.

It's the creation of a madman.  An artistic genius that was supposed to be stared at on paper so we could be thankful our machine was so well designed.  Except somebody got the plans all mixed up, and we built the madman's machine instead.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Oh it's growing all right.  It won't stop doing that till the day it dies, and the whole process starts over again.

What I don't get is why.  It makes no sense.  The machine eats and eats and eats, it never gets full no matter how much it consumes, it never stops growing no matter how big it gets, and the whole time its busy being efficient, cutting out the fat and hollowing out the bones so that more of what it eats can go to growing and less goes to sustaining.

It's the creation of a madman.  An artistic genius that was supposed to be stared at on paper so we could be thankful our machine was so well designed.  Except somebody got the plans all mixed up, and we built the madman's machine instead.

If they lied about MacArthur and Patton, maybe they lied about Jefferson, Madison, and Jay, too.

[Suu]

For the record, you are a very saturated man. I had to suck more color out of your face than you would BELIEVE to get you to match Sebastian Shaw's burny ashiness. You should be impressed with my work, not threatening me.

In other news, I am now really trying hard to not want to WOMP Richter and Leln as Luke and Leia. They live a lot closer than you do.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

For the record, you are a very saturated man. I had to suck more color out of your face than you would BELIEVE to get you to match Sebastian Shaw's burny ashiness. You should be impressed with my work, not threatening me.

In other news, I am now really trying hard to not want to WOMP Richter and Leln as Luke and Leia. They live a lot closer than you do.

Threatening?   

And I am very saturated.  All that hate leaves me a very florid man.

[Suu]

Well, it has to go SOMEWHERE. Otherwise you'd probably just get hemorrhoids.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Well, it has to go SOMEWHERE. Otherwise you'd probably just get hemorrhoids.

Again?

[Suu]

Well, it has to go SOMEWHERE. Otherwise you'd probably just get hemorrhoids.

Again?

It's like a fermentation lock. A little bit of hate has to escape on a regular basis, otherwise you'd probably just shatter, scattering bits of glass and partially-drinkable booze.

[Requia ☣]

Oh it's growing all right.  It won't stop doing that till the day it dies, and the whole process starts over again.

What I don't get is why.  It makes no sense.  The machine eats and eats and eats, it never gets full no matter how much it consumes, it never stops growing no matter how big it gets, and the whole time its busy being efficient, cutting out the fat and hollowing out the bones so that more of what it eats can go to growing and less goes to sustaining.

It's the creation of a madman.  An artistic genius that was supposed to be stared at on paper so we could be thankful our machine was so well designed.  Except somebody got the plans all mixed up, and we built the madman's machine instead.

If they lied about MacArthur and Patton, maybe they lied about Jefferson, Madison, and Jay, too.

I know they lied about Jefferson.  I probably don't know half the things I'm not supposed to about him, but yeah they lied.  they made them out to be heroes, but they were men.  Great men, but that's the catch, people are fucked up, they do good things and bad things, and being great men made them do truly wonderful and truly fucked up things.

People don't want great men though, they want heroes.  So they covered up the filth and shined the clean bits.  Sometimes they do them at the same time.

So yes, I know damned well what Lincoln did to save the country, and I know what Jefferson did when he though he was saving Virginia from perverts.  And now I know what MacArthur did when he thought he was saving us from communists.

But they did the good things too.  And sometimes those were bigger than the parts they covered up.  Worth the price of having great men in charge instead of spineless politicians.  So I try to look at all of it, and not let the good blind me to the bad, or the bad blind me to the good.

At least until I find the truth about Ben.  That will probably break me.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Well, it has to go SOMEWHERE. Otherwise you'd probably just get hemorrhoids.

Again?

It's like a fermentation lock. A little bit of hate has to escape on a regular basis, otherwise you'd probably just shatter, scattering bits of glass and partially-drinkable booze.

Um, yeah, but what comes out of my ass is NOT "partially drinkable".  In fact, it tends to melt the wax rings out of toilets, and I have to file an environmental impact form every time I shit.  Not even Tom DeLay would defend me shitting in the woods.

The glass part, though, is all too true.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

At least until I find the truth about Ben.  That will probably break me.

The only rotten thing about Ben is that he wasn't the pervert he was made out to be.  That was mostly propaganda by those who felt he and Patrick Henry were bad influences on the masses.

[Richter]

I saw this in a movie once...

"Richter, you were right. You were right about me. Tell your sister, you were right..."
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I CAN'T FUCKING BREATH

[Suu]

My work here is done.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Good times, good times.

[Luna]

Damn, now how am I supposed to sleep tonight?

[P3nT4gR4m]

Oh it's growing all right.  It won't stop doing that till the day it dies, and the whole process starts over again.

What I don't get is why.  It makes no sense.  The machine eats and eats and eats, it never gets full no matter how much it consumes, it never stops growing no matter how big it gets, and the whole time its busy being efficient, cutting out the fat and hollowing out the bones so that more of what it eats can go to growing and less goes to sustaining.

It's the creation of a madman.  An artistic genius that was supposed to be stared at on paper so we could be thankful our machine was so well designed.  Except somebody got the plans all mixed up, and we built the madman's machine instead.

It's our biological imperative. It's every biological imperative, hell it's THE biological imperative - REPLICATE! That's all the machine does. It does so as quickly as possible. All other considerations are secondary. If fact, truth be told, all other considerations aren't even considered, save in passing. Replicate replicate REPLICATE. That's it!

There used to be mechanisms in place. So many foxes to so many rabbits. Too many foxes? They fucking die until the balance is restored but we've knocked that shit totally into touch. Not enough rabbits? No worries, just plant more, inject them full of shit that makes them grow to maturity in weeks instead of months and who really gives a fuck if their bones are too brittle to support their bulk, this is a consideration and, as such, is not worthy of attention. REPLI-fucking-CATE!

I used to work in manufacturing. Back when we had manufacturing in this country. A factory full of machines, some of which needed soldered from time to time and others which took sick days and soldered themselves. The latter were expensive, tho. We heard of a country full of similar spec machines which didn't require as much fuel and, at the same time, so did our customers, who offered half what they were paying the week before for the stuff we were selling them.

So we bought a factory abroad, full of these machines and times were good until we heard of another country with even cheaper machines. These ones were painted yellow and kept on battery farms. Downtime was virtually non-existent and, as far as we could tell, they didn't even seem to use fuel, maybe they ran on solar power or some shit. About this time we just gave the hell up. The machines we had in this country were long gone and fuck knows what happened to the ones abroad.

Still, everything is so much cheaper now, so you can get on with what really matters.

REPLICATE!

When there's enough of you, and you're starving and desperate enough to break your backs for less than the machinery next door, they'll pick you up and pump you full of just about enough hope to keep you going. Sooner or later, tho, we'll run out of rabbits, our host planet will die and everything on it, along with it. That's the nature of DNA, once ecological restrictions are circumvented. That's why those restrictions were imposed in the first place but, hey, those restrictions were interfering with the primary objective. They had to go.

Anyone with half a brain can see where we're headed but no one gives a fuck for secondary considerations. We need more. Not plans for the future, not common sense approaches to sustainability. Just more. More more more ...