Charles snippy: TRANSFERENTRY: 377:For several months of torture, the Directorate kept me in their offices, making me file paperwork on their "test subjects", all while I kept sending applications to the "Dead Zone tourism" branch, to get away from towering cubes of the Directorate, away from cities and transmitter towers that were slowly frying my brain.Centuries of industrial pollution were inevitably changing the biosphere of our world and the Directorate knew it better than anyone, yet they did nothing to stop it, profit had to be maximized, production had to be increased, customers had to be satisfied. Holes in the ozone layer, irreversible changes in the atmosphere, radioactive fallout, wild-life mutations, the days growing darker and the sky turning black - none of this mattered to them.These changes must have been so gradual that no single generation was able to protest it.Everyone was happily, playfully, and joyfully ignoring the world outside o
Snippy - Poem of DoomOh Captain, my Captain! I say it to mock,You're lucky as hell but to me you're a c***.Please spare me the missions, I've no head for heights,Balloons and big lists lead me only to blights.Evading the probes of an alien race,Then having to witness your > : ( angry face...But what choice have I? I'm involved in these fights,With Cancerous space-monsters full of red sprites,And Lemonade weirdos and God knows what next,Just how can you stay so serene and unvexed?What price should I pay for your simple delights,Be eaten by whales after soiling my whites?I know you won't listen, but you'll come unstuck,And one of these days you'll run right out of luck,Your empire will fall, and your ego besides,It's karma for sure, like the turn of the tides,And then I will lol, sitting in my own muck,Coz after all this I just won't give a f***.