Set at the intersection of the near future and the reimagined past, explore a world in which every human appetite can be indulged without consequence.
The only thing wrong with the seven deadly sins is that there aren't more of them.
I think... humanity is a thin layer of bacteria on a ball of mud hurtling through the void. I think if there was a god, he would've given up on us long ago. He gave us a paradise, and we used everything up. We dug up every ounce of energy and burned it. We consume and excrete, use and destroy. Then we sit here on a neat little pile of ashes, having squeezed anything of value out of this planet, and we ask ourselves, "Why are we here?" You wanna know what I think your purpose is? It's obvious. You're here, along with the rest of us, to speed the entropic death of this planet. To service the chaos. We're maggots eating a corpse.
— I tell myself God has a plan for everyone. Maybe I just haven't seen it yet.
— God? God's fucking plan? Do you believe in Santa Claus, too?
— When I was overseas... the rats were awful. It got so bad that... we had to make our own rat traps in the barracks. A ramp leading up to some bait strung over a bucket of water. The rats would run up the ramp, fall in, and drown. Painlessly. But if you filled the water too high, they would swim around for hours... suffering... because they had hope. But they never had a chance. Just like everyone at the mercy of your system.
— Hope is what our entire society is built on.
— False... hope. I would rather live in chaos than a world controlled by you.
I choose to... believe there is an order to our days. A purpose.
Someday sounds a lot like the thing people say when they actually mean "never".
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