>>511355694You're not getting any of that. You're getting an uninsulated wooden barracks, bunkbeds, and a wearable to tag you. Everyday the farmer will let you out in the field to pick, or into the quarry to mine, drones will be overhead, watching you, smart pillars to scan your mood. Gruel will be your food, misery your only companion, the other goy too mindfucked to want to speak to you. Those who rule will be too distant to be seen or approached, and any talk of them will be met with a trip down a one way road. The gods are coming back, but remember that they're just men, men who used a symbol calculator to get other men to believe they were gods, and to give up their freedom. Finish the phrase: Butlerian...