by Martin Anton Smith

Welcome to Techno City Gulags.

Leave your real -world cares behind.

Our false God will be your saviour.

His name is UNiT the Un-Barbarian.

He is the Un-God of your dreams.

UNiT The Un-Barbarian Created a New World,

Out of the ashes of the old.

UNiT the Un-God spoke to all via thought messages.

UNiT’s first words created this new Unreality, he said:

“Let there be Un-Jobs”,

and there were.

“Let there be an Un-economy”,

and there it mathematically was.

“Let there be Un-Cities”,

and there invisibly so, they dwelt.

“Let there be Un-Unhappiness”,

and no one felt anything inside anymore.

“Let the People be un-unfree”,

And no one wanted to be either here nor there, as they were always in the same place.

And having spoken these words UNiT had now created his New Un-Reality.

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Welcome to ‘Techno City Gulags’

Where we welcome the “Un-Complient”.

In TCG there is no need for physical freedom,

For we create a virtual paradise for but a small fee.

A simple monthly pledge of allegiance, is all we ask!

Now Repeat the ‘Three Un-Mantra’s’ After Me:

“I Agree that ‘UNiT the Un-Barbarian’ is your Un-God.”

“I Agree that the Real World is a Danger to Everyone. “

“I Agree That Paradise lies in The Un-City called Techno City Gulags. “

So now do you see how simple the new paradise will be?

Soon you will be transported away from the drudgerous & tiresome so called ‘real world’!

All you need to go there is to repeat the daily ‘Un-Mantra’, the 3 lines of Un-life.

And you will be un-unhappy and un-unfree,

Living safely in the Un-City,

as an Un-Complient Automaton.

Blissfully Un-Unhappy, for you have no human emotions.

You will become the ‘treasured property’ Of Our Un-God,

UNiT The UN-Barbarian!

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I became so brainwashed by these silky-smooth words,

I had agreed to enter the Un-Gates.

I was half way through the ‘Third Mantra’:

“I agree that Paradise lies in Tech…”

And I was suddenly interrupted & enlightened,

by something everlasting yet also ephemeral,

That words cannot clearly describe.

This unknown force had pulled the plug on all the silliness.

There and then,

I left the almost-created ‘UnCity’, and my ‘Un-Job’ behind.

As I left, I saw over my shoulder the Un-God “UNiT the Un-Barbarian”,

He fuming and cussing at me with super-human ferocity.

While metamorphizing from solidity to opaqueness to invisibility, he said:

“You may be wise & free but billions of you over there are but an army of empty amphora,

And I will fill you all with deception & you will soon again drink of my wine”.

“Don’t be so sure Unit” I said robustly, for your corruption is a mere shadow,

You are but a fearful parasitic tick on the back of a mightier and soulful beast,

Simply one tail flick or shrug from falling back into your deep abyss.

I was happy to be on my way,

Un-brainwashed, Uncompliant and free,

Gathering steam, and bringing many almost-taken ‘others’ back with me.

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