>>5617223IT IS THE 21st millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor has sat on the Golden Peloton of Earth. He/him/his is the instructor of mankind by the will of social workers, and master of a million NGOs by the might of his inexhaustible charity. He is a health conscious gender-inclusive activist passionately calling for change using his influence to support the Dark Age of Technology. He is the vegan host of dietary protein for whom a thousand followers are added every day, so that he may hope the environmental impact of meat production will someday truly die.
YET EVEN IN his state of wellbeing, the Emperor continues his eternal mindfulness. Vigorous election campaigns criss-cross the red-blue state divide, the only route between distant celebrity endorsements, their way lit by Wall Street, the psychic manifestation of the Emperor's mental health meditation regimen. Small groups of democracy activists and dissidents fight for serfdom on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst his followers are the Non-Governmental Organisations, the nonprofit entities, socially-engineered humanitarians. Their comrades in arms are legion: the civil society organisations and countless human rights defense forces, the ever-vigilant centres for empowerment, social justice and the technology of Silicon Valley to name only a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat to national security from illegal aliens, terrorists, Iran, Russia, China, 4chan - and worse.
TO BE AN incel in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruellest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Remember the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be re-learned. Remember the promise of progress and understanding, for in the bright hope of the future there is only seethe and cope. There is no peace upon the internet, only the autism of pornography and gore, and the laughter of thirsting men.