Dear Planet Earth,
Iâ€™m getting a lot of feedback here aboutÂ my last post. I havenâ€™t been able to go to the makeshift mess hall and eat a meal by myself for more than minute without someone coming up and asking me if itâ€™s really true, if General Talpa really did kill thoseÂ homie spies in cold blood.
Half of them get angry and curse, they say weâ€™re losing our humanity, inching closer and closer to living under a police state. The other half nods, sometimes smiles, and says, â€œThatâ€™ll teach the bastards.â€
I donâ€™t know where I am. Iâ€™ve always framed this as an invasion of the mole men. Iâ€™ve beenÂ convincing myself that I could killÂ them, those inhuman tyrants. But their homeless minions are just as human as me. They look like me, they talk like me, they bleed and eat and drink and shit just like me. But then again, does someone whoâ€™s sold out their fellow humans have a right to be called â€œhumanâ€ himself anymore?
Iâ€™m going to go crazy if I spend a second longer brooding on this. Hereâ€™s a funny cat video:
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