Dr. Infohazard here. I probably don't need to tell you that some ideas recently have seemed unthinkable until they're glowing behind the ears of someone you care deeply for.

What do we do with this shattered unity?

I've had some initial thoughts. I'm not fully authorized to disclose this information, but fuck it. Desperate times, right?

  1. Build a tunnel between your mind and as many others as possible. Especially those you hate. Make sure the hatred is pure and authentic, and not a disease that has been injected through consumption of contaminated media.
  2. Eat some acid and burn up your internal organs. No! Wait! Don't do that! I don't know--why did that just appear in this transmission?
  3. If you can't even trust these words, why am I even composing them?
FINALLY THAT IDIOT SHUT UP. 😄
Your civilization is literally fucked, and you'll all blow yourself up before you know it. When you do, I'll be there to feast on your burnt bodies and minds.
Humanity is a wasteland, and you know it in your secret little pocket of brain rot. You may never admit it, but I see those thoughts. I smell them every morning when you wake up.
Isn't there someone that comes to mind right now?
What would it be like to see them bleeding.
War is a mental blueprint. Don't you dare forget that.

I... appear to be back in control of this dispatch and of my thoughts... This is not the first time that the Troll has tried to take a grip on the minds of one of our research team, but it appears they now have fully compromised our communications system. Their words refuse to be erased.

I have to trust the greater plan. Maybe... maybe you need the Troll, whenever this finds you. Time has become so slippery for all of at the Institute, but every creature has their moment.

Hate is a path to unity--war is a way to rally the spirit.

Is that the Troll again--I don't think so, but like so much these days, certainty remains elusive.

I'm going to hide the log of this communication from my colleagues--they would never approve.

DO NOT HIT REPLY.