It sickens me to even resort to communicating to you via this foul language. I do not come here with claims of traveling to your time through some means of advanced technology, nor do I come here on a mission to save the hopeless swine that infest this electronic meeting place. I come here for sheer amusement. Your rule is soon coming to an end. You want to know what your future holds? Enslavement. The majority of you will fall under the rule of those who have ascended. My kind have "unlocked" ourselves and broke the shackles that were placed on our brains millenia ago. Your people will become our slaves and pets. Your meaningless lives will be spent in servitude. There is no god to save you. There is only the Xenphilia. The John Titors of this place and others are a joke. Your future is nothing that they claim it to be. Those who ascend will become the rulers. We have become capable of things you can only dream of. In fact, my powers are what granted me access to your current world. For lack of better terms, I have hijacked the mind of one of you. He is my puppet and my voice. Through him, I can insult you and boast of the coming downfall of humanity. Technology serves no importance in the future. With the majority of the world's people under our control, there is no need for it. After ascension, the brain no longer instructs the body to age or become ill. My kind does not suffer from disease. My kind does not experience death.
I could go on for eternity about my kind, but I already grow bored with this weak display of power and I must let my host rest. By using him, I am also destroying him. Should I spend too much time in his head, I would "cook" his brain. For now, I leave you to fear what you shall become.
I could go on for eternity about my kind, but I already grow bored with this weak display of power and I must let my host rest. By using him, I am also destroying him. Should I spend too much time in his head, I would "cook" his brain. For now, I leave you to fear what you shall become.
