Black Skull 25
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66.12.06 04:20
From: The Board
To: You
Dear valued BLOOM employee,
Hey friends!
Image you’re an ant. Part of a huge colony. What’s your driving force? The same impulse that fuels every living thing on this beautiful planet of course. Survival. Every single shred of DNA has one goal and one goal only – reproduce so the genes get passed onto the next generation.
Imagine you’re this ant and you come to a stream. There’s no way to cross it, but on the other side, you can smell a whole heap of fruit – enough to sustain the whole colony. What are you going to do? Do you give up? There’s no way for a little ant to cross this huge obstacle.
But wait… against all the odds, you gather your mates, form into a ball and float across the stream. And as soon as the ball of ants pushes off from the bank, the weight of your comrades pushes you under the surface and cold water rises over your face.
Do you struggle? Do you make a mad scramble for the exits thus imperilling the group? Or do you take it manfully and drown, dying full of happy thoughts, gaining meaning through your contribution to the whole.
It’s called kin selection and we can’t get over how crazy it is. Can you?
The Board.
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66.12.06 23:22
From: You
To: The Board
Dear oh dear,
Explosions woke me up. 900 was yelling at me to move move move and there was heavy metal in my hands. The attack had begun. Towers rose up like glass cliffs. Orange rosebuds of fire blossomed. Fresh RPGs. Gunfire, screaming and yelling. The sound of hot blood in my ears.
My mouth was open but I couldn’t tell if I was yelling. I brought the gun up and pulled the trigger. More flames. More noise. More impact. Some kind of evil snake poured out of me with the lead, and I felt like I was hitting the mark.
When I got to the foyer, it was filled with smoke. Plants lay splashed on their sides and there was water all over the floor, mixing the soil into mud. I ducked behind the security booth and felt adrenaline and other chemicals flooding through me. This is living, I thought. I was grinning.
Someone rushed up beside me. 900 threw herself down and started reloading. She looked awesome with her hair tied back with an orange bandana and her big white clean teeth amidst the dirt and dust from fighting.
She looked at me strangely and a red flower opened in her cheek just below her left eye then her whole face kind of blew out all over me. There were a few loud bangs and a bunch of white flashes and something huge grabbed me and pulled me into oblivion.
When I woke up, I was in a bare white cell with tiled walls and my phone on the bunk beside me. I was wearing a crisp new technologist’s uniform and knew for sure I was fucked.
Employee 558.491
