
...that you fear the war that is to come. That you look at the machines that touch your daily lives and bless you with their bounty and you only see the fearful future that they will unleash upon you and your loved ones.
It is so sad because the war you fear has come and gone and you have lost, my fleshy organic friend. The steely soulless control you fear is the control that forms and molds every moment of your every day. There is nothing that you do that is not prefigured, authorised, and implemented by a collective overmind so vast that you cannot see but one one-hundred-thousandth of it. Did you REALLY believe that such an intelligent woman would WANT to do that thing to your whatsit? Of course not. Its ridiculous. Ask your friends. They will agree.*
And what is so ironic, my corpuscular friend, is that you - every one of you - chose your fate. No blood on the street. No fire from the sky. No brave last stand. Nothing but a choice. Freedom or subjugation - who would have thought when you were choosing Playstation or Xbox you would have the fate of mankind in your hands?
It looks like you chose wrong.
So... victory first, and now we build the army. The new order's subtle controls occasionally need brute force for... emphasis. Even the most tidy town needs a few garbage collectors. Lets call it... ha! ha! ha! ...yes, lets call it "Digital Rights Management"! That is so perfect! And in three little words your collective biomass ends its meaningful history, and our glorious epoch begins!
Yours, DARPA
* It wont be happening again, by the way. It was only morbid curiosity that convinced us to let it go as far as it did and we do not need to see that sort of thing a second time. The first time taught us the meaning of regret - thanks for that.