I do not know what the point of yalls life is, but it is certainly the point of my life. For me to find the topmost and conflict with it, to do my work, to cause aliens pain and to kill them for the daily pain they cause me, and to not breed, is the purpose of my life. For me to breed is to be defeated.
The souls are from various places, various alien races. New souls can be created with DNA opportunities. Some souls are dumb, some souls are wise, some souls are mediocre, some souls are rockstars, there is a magnetic intelligence and individuality. Which is seconded by the Quality and richness of the DNA its allowed/selects to inhabit, as DNA obviously dictates the size and functions of the physical brain, with thousands of genes different between the human races/species. The souls can be contained in a physical gender and conditioned as that over progressive reincarnations. The reincarnations that rule over us, have been allowed to sustain that incarnatory role, its the same people over and over again, because practice makes [redacted]. The aliens are farming a product that cannot be manifested or made in a lab, this is the goading farm, this is the free-range zoo, and they reserve the right for total mind and body control, possession, birth time, death time, and complete personal invasion.
The human chimera experiment is a genetic bridge that has no proliferation end, it does not dead-end like the alien genetics, its physical form is more multifunctional. The aliens, each, are too specialized, a monocrop. How to prevent the projected inevitable? A Universal Form, with genetics from each of the designers, that can also be spliced back into the current aliens and create a hybrid subspecies to which they can crop and soul transfuse into to maintain status. With their guile and capability, it would not be difficult to increase infiltration and rule us more than they do now when they can look native human without disguise, but with telepathy and longevity. They would make the women cows clamor for it.
Outside of us is a machine that must be dismantled.
I do not know what the point of yalls life is, but it is certainly the point of my life. For me to find the topmost and conflict with it, to do my work, to cause aliens pain and to kill them for the daily pain they cause me, and to not breed, is the purpose of my life. For me to breed is to be defeated.
The souls are from various places, various alien races. New souls can be created with DNA opportunities. Some souls are dumb, some souls are wise, some souls are mediocre, some souls are rockstars, there is a magnetic intelligence and individuality. Which is seconded by the Quality and richness of the DNA its allowed/selects to inhabit, as DNA obviously dictates the size and functions of the physical brain, with thousands of genes different between the human races/species. The souls can be contained in a physical gender and conditioned as that over progressive reincarnations. The reincarnations that rule over us, have been allowed to sustain that incarnatory role, its the same people over and over again, because practice makes [redacted]. The aliens are farming a product that cannot be manifested or made in a lab, this is the goading farm, this is the free-range zoo, and they reserve the right for total mind and body control, possession, birth time, death time, and complete personal invasion.
The human chimera experiment is a genetic bridge that has no proliferation end, it does not dead-end like the alien genetics, its physical form is more multifunctional. The aliens, each, are too specialized, a monocrop. How to prevent the projected inevitable? A Universal Form, with genetics from each of the designers, that can also be spliced back into the current aliens and create a hybrid subspecies to which they can crop and soul transfuse into to maintain status. With their guile and capability, it would not be difficult to increase infiltration and rule us more than they do now when they can look native human without disguise, but with telepathy and longevity. They would make the women cows clamor for it.
Outside of us is a machine that must be dismantled.
spoken like a true nonbreeder faggot