Picture this: a global depopulation scheme so slick, so twisted, it’d make Machiavelli blush. No tanks rolling down the streets, no mushroom clouds. Just smiling faces on your screens, hashtags in your feed, and a slow drip of death disguised as progress. The sheeple? They don’t just miss the warning signs—they cheer like it’s a TikTok challenge.
You’re front row for the end of the world, and you don’t even know it.
STEP ONE: FEAR IS THE FUSE
Start with panic. Not a little, but an all-consuming, heart-pounding, media-saturated flood of it. A new threat every week. Viruses, wars, shortages, cyberattacks—you name it. Keep the people afraid, and they’ll give up anything for a promise of safety. Even their freedom. Especially their freedom.
STEP TWO: THE MIRACLE SHOT
Then come the “solutions.” Slick needles filled with answers—or so you’re told. Line up. Roll up your sleeve. No questions allowed. It’s science, they say. Trust it or be cast out. And what’s in those vials? Don’t worry about it. Just know it’s for your own good. Even if your heart skips a few beats or your DNA decides to rewrite itself.
STEP THREE: TURN EVERYONE AGAINST EACH OTHER
While you’re busy fighting your neighbor over politics, pronouns, or masks, the real power brokers are making moves you’ll never see. Divide and conquer isn’t new—it’s just digitized. Your rage is a product, sold and repackaged. The people pulling the strings don’t care who wins the argument. They only care that you never notice them.
STEP FOUR: DIGITAL CHAINS
The economy shifts. Money goes digital. Paper’s outdated. Now every transaction can be traced, frozen, or denied. Cross the line and your wallet shuts down. Buy the wrong thing, say the wrong word, support the wrong cause—watch how fast your digital leash yanks you back into line. It’s not just control. It’s ownership.
STEP FIVE: THE SLOW KILL
They don’t want riots. They want resignation. Make the food toxic. Pump the water with chemicals. Medicate the masses into submission. Sell depression as normal. Sell obesity as beauty. Sell apathy as enlightenment. The goal isn’t to destroy you overnight—it’s to rot you from the inside while you post selfies and wait for likes.
AND THE WORST PART?
You begged for it.
You clicked “I agree.” You cheered for the censorship. You mocked the dissenters. You traded truth for convenience. Freedom for comfort. Critical thought for entertainment.
You’re not the resistance. You’re the reward. You’re the proof that the plan worked.
This isn’t a warning. It’s a eulogy.
And the body is still warm.
