Bomb them back to humanity I say.
This Is You!
Humans! How I despise them. With their big brains and their opposable thumbs. Simians on two feet, that’s what they are. Complicated their own lives with their mores. Docked on the moors is more like it. Neither on land nor the sea. Stuck in the peaty smell of everything they survey. Imploding constantly with their own ideas. The feeble survive. The meek shall inherit the earth. Like cockroaches after a nuclear fallout. Scavenging…
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