What's to come

Have you ever used the way back machine?
Have you seen the world of today.
Could you really find any comparison at all?
Somewhere along the line we have lost our humanity,
while the Internet is all that's left of who remember it.

How it was.
Before the zombies took over.
Brains constantly craving for more.
With their faces glued to screens.
We called the mobile ones walkers and the ones who've grown too fat to move.
We call those the trolls.
All these people hide out in the darkest, most depraved corners of the Internet.
The trolls being especially vile.

We try to stay offline. Unplug. Stay below the radar.
We are a small group of survivors, hiding mostly in caves and jungle's.
Always on the run from their leaders.
They who own the zombies, they who created them.
We've named them Corporus Maximus.
They sold our brothers and sisters poison and we bought it.

I used to be one of them.
I used to believe,
used to think I was connected to something great.

Used to laugh at all the memes of mutilated woman and corpses of dogs.
Fed of hate speeches by Ultra Conservative Neo-Jezus-Nazi's.
I used to be just like everybody else.
Drank Coca Mountain Peps Energy and devoured Pizza-Hot-Dog heart-attacks for breakfast.
Sometimes with 5% actual Dog-DNA.

I ate real food for the first time, when I was 25.
A guy pulled a root from the land behind our house back then.
He washed the dirt of and told me to eat it.
He owned a farm, where he grew this food from the planet itself.
He was the one who told me where it all began.
How there was once a time people were devastated,
by a viral video containing random violence.

The farm no longer stands, it was long ago overrun by zombies.
Implants.
Their military force.
Men implanted with the law chips.
These chips sends the Internet directly into their brains,
where they search for "Illegal activities".
These chips also control the bodily functions,
so that an implant can be given orders and directions, to apprehend strays.
People who've unplugged.

We vowed to destroy the corporate bastards,
but 15 years into the rebellion and we are still too low on numbers.
Worse, many have fallen to the machine.
We fear that we may very well be in the last undiscovered camp.
Counting only 3000 followers, our future looks bleak.

My daughter Lain says the war will end in the year 2034
That's only six years from now.
She is a brilliant A.H.I and I fear that if her calculations are correct.
The humanity I've programmed inside her, will be the last bit remaining on earth.