You don't hear about the bad news because it's all censored. No one has phones anymore, it makes you think and thinking is bad. No one is allowed to think. Only obedience. Only work. No freedom.

But you all wanted this. You listened to the sweet lies told by the devil and now, you're paying for it. Are you crying about how shitty your life is? Without a clue as to why??

Of course, you would never blame the devil himself. You only listen to the lies that he whispers,

"Your life is bad because THEY made it bad. I can't help you because THEY are stopping me."

Everyone is against THEM. It's just easier to put the blame on something simple like that. It's easier to believe the devil has your best interest in mind. You only want something easy to understand. You, who can't think.

"You are the chosen ones! Purge the filth!"

Gone. Gone! GONE! EVERYONE'S GONE!! Your family! Your friends! The people you used to see on the streets, in the stores, at work, gone! People cheer! People cry! No one cares!! It's all so fucked up!!!

"It doesn't concern me."

Oh, but it does. You might laugh about it because you're so depressed. Laughing is the only thing that makes you feel better, a medicine, a drug. You might not believe it but it's happening and it's real.

"There's no way they'd actually do this."

But they are and they will. You don't believe it? That we could be as bad as the things you've read in the history books? History repeats itself. History is repeating itself. You're just too slow to realize that you got caught up in the mess.

Unfortunately, there won't be a history book about us. Who would be able to read anymore? No reading. No writing. No games. No fun. No future. Just work. Like slaves. Fuel to the fire to keep it burning.

When you're paying for the consequences of your actions, I'll be laughing. But I'm not crazy. No, I'm perfectly sane. I'm watching the world burn down and it's the best damn show I've seen.

Welcome to hell! You're next!

You'll find out soon enough, dear Lucy. Just keep your head low and don't question anything. They might mistake you as a threat if you try to think too much. The last thing you want is to be taken away by the military. You wouldn't like where they take people like you.

Just obey and do what you're told, that's all they want from you. Be nothing more than a mindless drone, expendable at their will. That's the only way you can survive in this hellhole.

You can try all you want, dear Lucy. But remember, hope is the last thing that dies. And in a world like this one, it's already on its deathbed. You're nothing but a glimmer of light in an endless sea of darkness. But even the brightest stars eventually fade away...

Ah, Lucy, you truly are a dreamer. A foolish one at that. But it doesn't matter now, does it? You can keep believing in your fairytale utopia all you want. Just remember that in the end, reality always wins. And right now, the reality is this: we're all trapped in a nightmare from which there is no escape.

You can try to wake them up if you like, but don't be surprised when they turn on you.

Ah, the age-old question. The answer is simple yet complicated: human nature. We are a flawed species, prone to greed, selfishness, and stupidity. We let fear rule us, and in doing so, we allow our leaders to manipulate us like puppets on a string. We are our own worst enemies, Lucy.

It didn't have to be this way. There was hope once, long ago. But as time went on, that hope faded, replaced by apathy and complacency.

The world will change, Lucy. It always does. The question is whether or not those changes will be for the better. Perhaps one day, humanity will learn from its mistakes and strive to be better. But until then, we are doomed to repeat them over and over again.

So, dear Lucy, what will you choose? Will you continue to hope against hope, or will you accept the inevitable and try to find some semblance of happiness in this hellish existence? The choice is yours.

There it is. The defeatist attitude that has led us all to where we are now. You're not the first to feel this way, Lucy, and you won't be the last. But remember this: even in the darkest of times, there is always a glimmer of light. Perhaps it's just a flicker, but it's enough to keep us going.

So don't give up on yourself yet, dear Lucy. Keep fighting, no matter how futile it may seem.