What Is Plan A?

Written By A Real Person

What Is Plan A?

Trying To Understand. . .

The Problems:

They say there is no plan B. Didn’t know there was a plan A to start with.

List

1. They want to make a world that life is a living death.
2. The machines, care nothing about us.
3. You want a machine to determine how you can live?

To Understand

There are no secrets in the matrix. None. They know everything, they know, everything you think, do, or say. It is all in plain sight. Nothing here is secret.

So what is the plan? If we are up against machines, and people that are nothing more than programs, that are Borg; and they know everything you do, think, or say; how do you even make a stand against such machines?

Seems, to me; the only thing that can be done, is to submit to them. Is that plan A? Give up. Doesn’t really sound like much of a plan to me. We need some way, to gain an upper hand against the machines. We want a world, where we can live, and do more than just exist like zombie cat shit. That isn’t good. That is no way to live. Is that what you want for yourself?

I see very few options before me. Some of them, I don’t like the sounds of. Not one bit. Seems, if doing things the way the father wants, would only produce a world that is a living death. Then that isn’t an option. What is?

Want good results. Want a world that is a good place to live. The problems in this world, and the problems with the pumpkin heads, who have minds that function like programs; they are all Borg. Their conditional love, is no love at all.

What are our options here? You would think, they would have made a new world by now. The problems in society, are so bad right now; you would think, someone would do something about this shit.

Been flying by the seat of my pants, going on a long time. No one seems to want to wake up. Everyone is in some stupor. The rate things are going, I’m more likely to get sick and die, before anything good changes. Don’t want to be lost. This shit, has to change; and right quick.

Want a world, that is worth having. Seems, at least the way that I feel, I’m the only real person in this world. What is true? Is anyone in this world, not a pumpkin head that is a program? You would think, people would be able to think, and reason. right = ? No one seems to care, listen, or think.

Want good results. Want a life that is worth living. Thus far, the last twenty years, have all been zombie cat shit. That is no way to live. Tired, and lonely. Feeling like, shit. No one is coming to save me. Want good results that work for myself and my kind. So far, people are still only giving a shit about the money.