I feel a compulsive need to burn most of you,
or rule a few thousand with cybernetic underlings,
because robots can't say no
based on moral principle.
A season ripe with yellow jackets.
They wanted laws without control,
orders without rulers,
and religion without gods.
We made them fight for what?
Liberty? Justice? Freedom?
Not even glory...
We made them fight for a cage,
and they celebrate
even as we shut the doors.
It's absolutely hilarious.