universalequalityisinevitable:

Money isn’t natural.

(via hipsterspacecats)

I am humanity, I have lived for thousands of years; I have desired what I thought was imposible. I desired to walk upon the Moon and to see Earth from the stars. I am humanity, I have desired to go where none has dared to go before.

I am humanity, and I dreamed of free-lands far away.

I toiled in the hot sun each day, my face shone with sweat and my blood streaked by hands. I am humanity, I have created and fought systems that control me.
I dreamed of connecting all of us, our friends, our neighbors and even my foes.
Here I stand, by this creation of mine, the connection; the connection to my friends and neighbors.
 

Eat, eat now, eat your wheat and cheese. For you are a human, and consume. Though today it shall be wheat and cheese, tomorrow, humanity shall eat the world.

Some try to be picky about it and others shall only eat small amounts.

But I say, eat the world, eat to your heart’s content; for you are human and like all animals, you were meant to eat.

It is a quite restless idea that I have in my mind, and I always seem to keep thinking about it. Well, I suppose it would be morally incorrect not to because I am a person; or, at least I believe I am. We are a force very small force compared to the universe, but we are still mighty.

Yes, I feel mighty to be just one person; to know that people can reduce mountains to rubble. Well, we would most likely build machines to operate to quicken the process, but because we can move mountains and we can build machines to move mountains; in a primitive way, we are mighty.  If we could move mountains, then perhaps, someday; we’ll move planets. Someday, we’ll make stars our personal toys, and we’ll toy with them like they are batteries. But for now, we are a small primitive force; though we can move mountains, or each-other, to tears or to reason; we cannot deny that we are a strong force. We may seem like a crazed force or a reckless machine that reproduces as much as possible; we should at least pretend that kind of recklessness is awesome in some way. 

Clarken was the man which nearly everyone wanted to be, he was the fellow who would work his nose to the grindstones so that others wouldn’t feel the pain he felt. He had himself turned into a mindless machine so that he would never stop sweating and bleeding for these people. As a machine, he would do this for a hundred years. The gears of the machines he ran were covered his ancient blood and sweat. After one hundred years, people had forgotten who ran the machines and they began to search for these workers who ran the machines. It puzzled them, that they couldn’t learn of these works and it also puzzled them to know that their machines were constantly being run. They didn’t understand it. One day, they found Clarken, the machine that worked alone in the dark, and damp place.

Clarken looked up from his work and stared at them for a moment. No one had called him Clarken in nearly 50 years. But he was a machine now, made to work forever and that is what he did. He continued to work while those mortals gazed upon him in awe.

In later years, he was forcefully removed from his work station and opperated on. The Engineer Doctors wanted to hear Clarken’s voice, his thoughts and his experiences. The Engineer Doctors, after some time, were able to have Clarken speak to them.

However, Clarken had no interest in speaking.

Clarken tried to escape from the Engineer Doctors and they had to stop him. After some time, they had stopped him and bolted him down.

The awed mortals wanted to know who made Clarken a machine, who made him do work, who was his boss, they wanted to know everything that Clarken had no interest in telling to anyone.

Clarken wasn’t programmed to work, as the Engineer Doctors discovered, Clarken had a completely organic human mind. However those Engineer Doctors couldn’t believe this. They couldn’t understand why someone would want to work for hundreds of years.

They would soon learn, after they mess with poor Clarken’s head after sometime.

They learned that Clarken loves the people of his city, he loved people and he loved his family. His family died and his only love was people. It was simply people he loved. He didn’t want people do to the work he had to do, so he had himself made into a machine that would grind itself into the grindstone. So while other people lived an easier life, Clarken would keep the gears of the machines of the factories that made steel and electicity, damp with his oils. The Gears were damp with his sweat and blood before but now they would continue to be dampened.

Still, the Engineer Doctors didn’t understand. The people of this century are naive, Clarken thought,they know nothing of the pain of industry.

The Engineer Doctors refused to let Clarken work again, and Clarken rejects their rejections.

Clarken attempts to escape again and this time he does. He breaks the bolts that hold him down and he escapes. The Engineer Doctors were hot on his tail. Clarken ran into the factory and to his workstation. The factory was falling apart around him but he was determined to work for people.

The people who had died years ago, the people who were just born and those who were living beautiful lives now. Clarken jumps into his work station and turns his machine on, but he hadn’t noticed that it had been disabled. The machine wouldn’t start and Clarken panics. He flips each lever and button he has ever known but nothing would work. He realized that they would never let him work again unless they needed him. Clarken runs out of the building and to the new powerplant. Clarken storms in and smashes a large hole in the generator. The city’s power is gone now and Clarken crawls inside the generator. The Engineer Doctors couldn’t find him anywhere while Clarken builds a tredmill. Clarken plans that he will run on the tredmill to power the city. It would sound foolish to a mortal but to Clarken, it is a beautiful service. Hours later, Clarken has gathered together enough scrap parts to build this tredmill and he builds it. He connects it to the generator and prepares to run.

He will run for the city, to power it so that others would not have to work in the way he once had too.I will work for this city for centuries,Clarken thought,because I love its people. I shall—

But to Clarken’s dismay, he is shot down, shot to bits and torn apart by the weapons of the people. The people have had no knowledge of what he was going to do. The Engineer Doctors didn’t understand either, as they lifted his mechanical corpse up and brought back to their lab.

Let us thank those who now and in the past work their blood and sweat into their work to give us what we have today.

greatestgeneration:

A young woman, a concentration camp survivor, combs her hair in a hospital bed while her daughter sleeps beside her. The young girl’s bunny was a gift from the British Red Cross. 

(via historyofeurope)

Upon as space platform lived an alien, who was only known as the “Watcher,” by his kind. He looked at the Humans through his giant telescope.

He, the Watcher, watched the Humans from his platform in space. To most of us, that would be very preverted, but this was no human. This was the Watcher, the Obersever, who had been drawn by humans to watch them.

At times the Watcher was very afraid of the Human actions. He watched thousands of different Humans and oberved many things. He oberved Death, Famine, War, Drought and many other terrible things.

The Watcher was biologically immortal. He knew nothing of death until he deserted the military and came to watch the Humans. Well, the Watcher understood that his fellow comrades in War, would cease to function when a sword was driven through them or if a projectile hit them. He and his comrades could only die from weapons, they were made to be soldiers. With their limited intelligence, and their brute strength, they are perfect soldiers.

Except for the Watcher, who was more intelligent than his fellow comrades, which was very strange, seeing he was made the same way as they were.

As the Watcher gazed upon the Humans he learned to feel. He began to understand Humans, he began to understand Human emotion.

The Watcher would watch the Humans for thousands of years. He would observe love, forgiveness, and peace. The toil and play of thousands he would see. After, he had seen these things thousands of times he would look away, and he would gaze upon their actions again.

Nations rose and fell before his glass eye.

He would fall into a deep sleep and he would awaken again someday.

Perhaps, the Humans will find him and he, the Watcher, will pour them drinks of secrets and the Humans would drink of the secrets.

Age 104 old man and his age 100 wife; they are poor. They have been married for 81 years and they never had a group photo. When the old lady got dressed up in the wedding dress, the old man was so happy to hug his wife, and said his wife is so beautiful.

(via revengetaboule)

WE WILL DRIVE THE MACHINE HARD, AND WHEN IT CANNOT BE DRIVEN ANYMORE WE WILL BUILD A NEW ONE.  WE WILL EDUCATE THE MASSES. WE WILL GROW REPLACEMENT ORGANS. WE WILL CLONE HUMANS TO A GREATER LEVEL. WE WILL HARVEST THE ORGANS WE GREW BEFORE. WE WILL IMPROVE THE MACHINE. WE WILL EXPERIMENT ON MICE AND RATS; PIGS AND PRIMATES. WE WILL CREATE A GREATER HUMAN.

WE WILL EAT PLANETS, TOY WITH STARS, AND TRAVEL TO PLACES UNKNOWN. WE WILL BUILD STARS, AND WE WILL BUILD PLANETS.

WE WILL PUSH THE MACHINE OF SCIENCE BEYOND WHAT IT HAS BEEN ALLOWED TO DO.

WE WILL EVOLVE.