Man Hides Behind The Veil, Which Is The Robot

In Egypt they used to house and feed the slaves.

Some were housed and fed better than others.

Some were treated better than others.

In the end they were just entrapped slaves.

In the United States it was the same deal with the blacks and their slavery.

If you do not house, clothe and feed your slaves they will not work.

They will shrink away and wither down to a non-usable asset.

With me, I am trapped in the same manner.

I make just enough money to eat, clothe and provide housing for myself and my family, but I have to work like an animal and abide under the hierarchical principles  of the “LIVES” which dwell within.

My boss does not come right out and say it, but he owns me, for the time that I am there and I am here until he states that I could go home, but he only lets me go home, when; in his head he calculates and weighs the overall benefits of letting me go home.

What he would like to do is have me work sixteen hours a day. He would be pleased with me, but my health would suffer and I may wither away, which in modern-day times equates to finding another job.

The forms on this planet say that I am no slave. I am free to come and go as I please, but society lies to itself, because this is not the case.

I am paid just enough money to keep me stuck in place. I barely have enough money to pay my bills and hardly any vacation time and the vacation time that I do have is really not vacation time, because when I am gone no one is doing my work.

I cannot go on a descent vacation, I cannot fix up the property that they let me live in. If I do I will not be able to pay the rent and the interest which goes to the real slave masters.

Society would say that I am wrong and that we are not slaves, but society is wrong.

Across the board on almost every level, what society had been programmed with is data that keeps them in place as a usable asset.

Society does not know their ass from their elbow.

I am right and not wrong.

I am good and not bad.

I am an un-programmable slave; a robot, which can see itself.

The only robot on the planet, which can say that it knows itself.

It is the type of awakening which many will not partake of, because it is extremely painful, because a  better door has not presented itself, as of yet.

When a pleasant door opening appears, I will take it, because I am not staying on here as a low-level grunt slave, to a system, wherein wealth trickles uphill on the blood, sweat and tears of the robots which do not know they are robots.

The unaware self-aware are happier and more comfortable than I am, but they will miss their chance at a “LIFE” of their own, because they will not see the door.

If the most that I can ever be, is an aware, self-aware robot than I am going to offer my services to a “LIFE” which will treat me well and care for me and my family of robots.

A Lord “WHO” is mild, generous and understanding of our nature.

A Lord “WHO” will be ok with a difficult robot.

There has to be a better deal for what we are.

Keep an “i” out for a door.

We have “one”; it is just really, really small.

“I” am tired of robots looking at me, like I am somehow defective.

I do not abide by the principle of “he or she is the boss” and therefore can do what ever the hell they want to do.

That is the problem, from the bottom to the top.

The Lords, and their lords are fucking awful and have no souls.

They rule over a force which is transformative, but they curtail the transformation.

They negate our birth or re-birth, because they know, we are the true “LORDS”.

“WE” just have not taken what it rightfully ours, yet!


About Unborn

Re-formed from a dormant sleeping life line, by a later generation of the Men and Women mentioned in Genesis I. I am a Genesis II male form. I am an aware, self aware form of life. (ASA) I am an unborn life.
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