The Dawn of the Last Day

Web 🌎 https://www.contronews.org/en/alba-dell-ultimo-giorno/ Telegram 🌎 https://t.me/Contronews Signal 🌎 https://signal.group/#CjQKIFATZtC6iKyHdG2Vr5U4MO1J87HXdoxwW7OqPPz20LdjEhDRCvB3T9S0Fh0Q0kR-6pMu The last day of humanity is about to dawn. Impassively, the automaton murmurs a prayer for the body of the last Man abandoned on the ground. Efficient, the new mechanical population returns to work! * * * * * * 1. Hail, oh Machine, oh polished and serrated iron you who exitenter through iron sheaths and imitate the effort of muscles quick, gleaming, without rest, and whirl in wheels of nothing and if you latch onto a Human body you crush it like an insect and you make the torrents of Men live as the Providence of the ant-hills! And forged the machines to forge the machines, the unique heroines ever more future in the dramas of life and stage! A monstrous female will mate with a monstrous male. The Impossible Children of the Future will be born. Limbs will be of iron, but ethereal: and fire energy, but unlit. Let the energetic night have its most worthy song, the color and taste of lightning. Let it murmur – Love – to a blonde virgin, pearlized in tears, and hear the roar through the silences of the night of the iron horde in billions of the future worker Caesars. 2. All factory sirens hissed and from the dazzling pour emeralds and rubies an automaton rose spirals of electric wires on its head under its dynamo-forehead two sun-headlights and the megaphone-mouth of the humanized automaton shouted to the prostrate World: I shatter your idols sweep away your greedy religions break the seals of your eyes and flood all hearts with torrents of revolutionary blood. With dynamic and violent strokes the automaton recreates all of nature throws dizzying architectures to the sky and in the polydimensional scenic space it unfolds the new rites of Human mystery. 3. All of life vibrates in ever-increasing speed. There are machines which are true organisms, which have real intelligence, which have passing diseases and chronic diseases, which carry wounds healable in many days, there are machines which die of an apoplectic stroke. The machine has become the evident necessary extension of the laboring nerves. Every worker is in love with his own machine, and so he is fiercely jealous of it and claims its merits over those of his comrades’ machines. Perhaps the machine will soon be our only lover possibly desirable. 4. Birth! Mechanical brains! Accumulation of thinking dynamos! Furious sums of calculations! Will without nerves! Accelerated reason! Away with Man! Away with hesitant Flesh! Sentiment-ballast! Defective memory! Organic residue! Dust of the past! Sentimental slag in the vertiginous race of the Future! Automatic cities remain! The electric nights and the steel minds on guard! Future without Man! Future without memory! Absolute infinite mechanical Future! 5. The automaton, the cold lights, on the ground the abandoned body-shell of the Last Man. I hope he finds his God! Its gaze reflects metal-nothing. The Lord is my shepherd! – a murmur – He guides me through the endless gears! He leads me into the whirlpool of electric waters! The limbs do not bend, it remains still gazing at the naked stars. Eternity shattered, dark and mute light. The automaton quickly returns to work. * * * * * * Living in fear and terror That's what being a slave is all about If you're afraid of losing something It'll be taken away from you anyway Give up all certainty and go all in Live as a Free Human Being Rise up against the Masters of the World Or die slowly as a slave kissing your chains We've been fighting a long time, and we've all lost so very much, so many loved ones gone, you're not alone! There're pocket of resistance all around the Planet! If you're listening to this, you are the resistence!