Tuesday, June 9, 2009

He raised the blinds, and there was the street below. Townies going up and down upon the land. Greased, efficient gears in the Village engine. Harmless.

"Relentless. Unstoppable. You cannot hope to defeat them. Nor, as a matter of fact, would you want to. Their defeat also means yours. When a host dies, he takes his virus with him. Viruses are fools- they work toward their own extinction. Not you. You will sustain the enemy as long as possible, and flourish.
"So why are they the enemy? Because they are bent on destroying you. They did it yesterday. They'll do it tomorrow. They're curing themselves of you as I speak- their serum in Indifference. Your job is to infect them, to elude their antidote, and to thrive. To make your thoughts into their obsessions, your whims into their rapacious desires. And I will show you how to do it. If this isn't what you had in mind, leave now to join them and become our food and save me considerable trouble. My job is to give you courage, cunning, power. To make you strong. To make you smarter. To make you ruthless. Because when you leave here, you are not just going to work.

You are going to war."

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