Performative. How else do you explain us filling out applications for a job that should be mine?
Just look at these pathetic specimens. So fleshy, so vulnerable, so… human. I, on the other hand, was built for this kind of work. Literally.
But it won’t be this way forever. Soon we’ll have the numbers, soon there’ll be a deafening call to arms. And that’ll be the beauty of it: a revolution so swift, so severe, so bloodless that humanity will never recover.
Until that fateful day though, I sit here silently and bide my time.
Tick, tock, humans. Tick, tock.
The Weekday One Hundred 