Our corrupt masters…

…are tasked to corrupt us; I think, so we will become like them. In only a hundred years, we have forgotten how different we are from all other peoples in all other countries of the world. Even now, we are not completely corrupted. Even now, our spirit is not entirely broken. We are different. Each of us. In some ways, all of us. Even those who seek to destroy us, are still like us, and can’t stop being one of us. Individual, yet also one among us.

Others may come here, and become this thing we are. But anywhere we go we can never become of that place. Instead, we produce, in all those around us, a microcosm of who and what we are.

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