The Weekly Report Cornerstone


   by Daisy

   That's scary stuff about modern slavery. This place just isn't safe to bring up children in. Little June's suckling at my breast here and I know I can't bring her up in this perverted part of the world.

   Sometimes when she's feeding I think of my own mother and I miss her. She's not dead in body, but is lost to me all the same. I miss her. No woman can mother well here. Here, all natural urges, all instincts are condemned and repressed. Yesterday I met a woman who boasted how her 8 month old child went to bed at 8pm "and we don't hear from her til the morning." She is proud of her achievement. She has successfully trained her baby to stifle all his natural and right longing to be with his family. She has taught him that if you are lonely or hungry, noone will come to you, that no matter how much you cry and beg for nurturing, you won't get it. That little child who should feel warm love surrounding her all the time (not just when it's 'convenient' for her mother) has instead learnt that the world is a terrible, lonely place. And that there is no point crying, screaming, pleading...so she has closed up, given up trying. Her little eyes were full of sadness and confusion and I felt I was looking at a half-dead person. A person who's instincts and expectations have been utterly destroyed. The first step in enslavement. I feel sorry for these zombie children, I feel sorry for their parents too, but I always remember they are my enemy.

   Maybe it's not good to think of children as my enemy, but I thnk when that child gets bigger she will be horrible and dangerous. A lifeform that's been perverted is dangerous. Everyday, little babies are being enslaved, their desires crushed, their instincts perverted. Everyday, millions of monstrous beings are created, children who do not trust their instincts, who do not know their own true selves. These zombies are created to feed civilisations greedy appetite.and they in turn spawn more zombies. I feel pity for them, but remember they want and need to destroy me and my children in order to exist. They can't have free people running around doing what they want, the other slaves might get restless.






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   Ongoing Transformation and Metamorphosis started.
FIRST WAVE: 2000-12-08, 352. Night 12055 by the end of the year of The Abyss.

SECOND WAVE: 2001-05-25, 155. Night 12056 in the first year in the time of the Twilight Storm.

Entered 2001-06-02