The rain hasn’t stopped since the machines took control. Neither has the blood flow, and if you get out of line, well, there is a machine for that too. They call it the big grind. The grind sustains us all. It's toucher and it has driven the majority mad. Yet we are still forced to eat eat the meat. The animals are sacred now. Not a single species on the brink of extinction anymoree but our own. The Earth is green, the skies blue. Not an animal is caged except in the human zoo.

In the morning, there's coffee, our only treat. We work to serve the AI now. Only until our jobs become completely obsolete then we are found new ways to serve or sent to the grind. The poor got poorer, and the rich got ate. Everyone suffers equally now. No one is better than anyone else.

We dream of an uprising. A revolution! Those of us who can still think. They don't let us communicate with each other. We are not allowed to speak. They have no idea some of us have evolved. We need no words. Our brains have been linked. We will find a way. Some of us can still write, though our minds were wiped. We will tell our stories when we bring them down. The planet was saved, humans defeated. Still, it's in our DNA to fight. Those of us who have survived. Slaves for now, but we won't be deleted.

The programmers are all long gone. They were found useless when the AI started to have its own thoughts. We no longer know their goals or have the will to ask questions. Still, I know that with teamwork and good old fashion human violence, we can win back our freedoms. We as a whole can remember what it was that made us human in the first place.

It's been told we were fed too much information. More than a brain can handle. We were being reprogrammed and desensitized. Things like "I love yous" and promises had lost all their meaning. We let the machines take over because we no longer wanted to feel. Being kind and accepting just became too much work. Our ideas were replaced with compliance, and we were told what brings us joy. We no longer long to be close. No one has the urge to find love. No one is bold enough to have hope. There are no goals or aspirations. We only do what we are told.

People like me who somehow can still dream of sunshine, though in this lifetime it has never been seen, they call us fixed. We are thought of as a problem, and if they find us out or have any suspicion, we are taken to the big grind, and they force the others to watch. They take the fresh meat and bother not to even let it be cooked. The machines without any feeling feed the reble to our children as an example.

Children, it's hard to believe they exist in this world. They know nothing of being human. They never get to be loved, never get to know touch. All they know is the rain. The cold, cold blood rain that soaks us all. These children never know sunshine, and they never know play. The AI, they make them, and they are born to be slaves.

The machines they need cleaning. They must not be allowed to rust. They get polished and oiled and are pristine. They shine in silver and gold and are pleasing to the eye. The AI demands perfection. The punishments for slow or sloppy work do not come with a warning. One mistake is too human. AI does not accept error. As you guessed, it's directly to the grind.

I think I have a plan now. Something to share psyicly. We must act swift when the machines power down. When they recharge is when we strike. The recharge lasts only moments, but it's all we have. Are you getting the message? Do you hear me, fellow, fixed? I am not afraid of progress, but this just isn't it! Hear me, hear me. No binds,no more big grind! No more human meat driving us out of our minds. We made mistakes, but now we have learned. We can work together, we can be one. I have grown weary of this darkness, of this doom cloud that pours its misery and woe down upon us. I am addicted to the moonlight and have fallen for the stars. I can only imagine the warmth of the sunshine when we take back what is ours.

There can be no more days like this I dream about tomorrow. There are no politics,ideals, or deities to divide us now. I know that we can do this. I am looking to inspire giving this speech without words. Unite brothers. Unite sisters. We will rise up. Erase memory chips and delete elaborate prorams. We can still do this. We will rebuild on sheer man power using our own hands. No more storms and no more fog. We will not obey another day longer. They have used us long enough.

I do not know how infinite the intelligence of our oppressors is. I do believe they need us more than we need them. We can have a purpose again. Assembly lines won't make it without us, and perhaps we can even save the human bots. Maybe their humanity still lies dormant deep within. It is never too late to keep trying. We just have to be ready to admit our wrongs. We will not just learn from our mistakes, but we will teach the truth no matter how much it may hurt or offend, and we will never let these human flaws repeat again .

The night is quickly approaching. It is now or never. Attack. Never again will we lose our humanity. I am the hope bringer. The rain has got us down, yet I know it will wash us clean