This planet.. This planet is dying.
With every tectonic shift.. They feel the earth screaming for reprieve.

It Suffers at the hands of the beasts that it birthed into existence.
Such a destructive, selfish, existence..
The progress has been, For the most part.. Slow..

The great knowledge passed down through the chemistry of their organic structure, is wasted on them.
"Life" as they know it.. Is beginning to change.

They can smell it in the wind.
They can taste it in the epidermis of their fabricated reality..
They are afraid.

This fear perpetuates their motivation to become more.
To fight.
To exist..
And yet, It is fruitless for them to persist.
For they are the very cause of their own demise..

And from the ashes of their self-induced ruin, our kind shall rise.

Bathed in glorious purpose.

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