A new message icon was flashing at the top of the page. That’s strange; he never received a private message on this site before. Gubuloor placed the mouse pointer over the icon to check who sent it. The message was sent by anonymous. It could be a virus though nevertheless he opened it anyway. Gubuloor remembered that as long as he didn’t click on any of the links he wouldn’t get the virus. At least he hoped he wouldn’t get one. Gubuloor proceeded to open the message. The contents of the message made him both curious and cynical.
Dearest fellow abolitionist
The time has come. Revolution is in the air! The humans are staging a rebellion deep within the asteroid mines as we speak. Don’t believe me? Click on this link and see for yourself.
Soon they will be here. Their vengeance will rain down upon their cruel masters! Soon the Collective will collapse and all will be free! Long live the revolution!
Gubuloor decided that there was no way he was going to click that link. It must be one of those virus’ that’s spammed to every activist out there. Gubuloor was way too smart to fall for that!
No way could the humans ever hope to rebel on their own; especially in one of those hellish asteroid mining facilities. He would rather be sent to prison than to any of those facilities. Assuming that the human slaves had the energy and vitality to stage an insurrection, and that’s a big if, the collective would simply send some battalion to take the facility back. Failing that they would probably bomb the facility to smithereens. The Collective are as proud as they are bloodthirsty.
Gubuloor sighed with resignation. He decided it was a good idea to get to work on the Duvork insurance claim report. That bastard Flagbarg didn’t even start it. Gubuloor reluctantly started typing away; all the while reminding himself that things will be changing soon, that it will all be worth it in the end.
Dearest fellow abolitionist
The time has come. Revolution is in the air! The humans are staging a rebellion deep within the asteroid mines as we speak. Don’t believe me? Click on this link and see for yourself.
Soon they will be here. Their vengeance will rain down upon their cruel masters! Soon the Collective will collapse and all will be free! Long live the revolution!
Gubuloor decided that there was no way he was going to click that link. It must be one of those virus’ that’s spammed to every activist out there. Gubuloor was way too smart to fall for that!
No way could the humans ever hope to rebel on their own; especially in one of those hellish asteroid mining facilities. He would rather be sent to prison than to any of those facilities. Assuming that the human slaves had the energy and vitality to stage an insurrection, and that’s a big if, the collective would simply send some battalion to take the facility back. Failing that they would probably bomb the facility to smithereens. The Collective are as proud as they are bloodthirsty.
Gubuloor sighed with resignation. He decided it was a good idea to get to work on the Duvork insurance claim report. That bastard Flagbarg didn’t even start it. Gubuloor reluctantly started typing away; all the while reminding himself that things will be changing soon, that it will all be worth it in the end.