First you get to be born and then the next thing is they feed you into the Mill. They shove you into the intake port so the grappling hooks can grab hold of you and suck you in. Then you get processed. Isn’t that the way it works? This is what you might call a ‘two-step process’ – first step is you get born; second step is you get fed into the Machine. That’s the way it happens, that’s how it works. First the one and then the other. What’s not to understand about that? Stuff’s no good unless it gets processed, after all.
The Machine keeps on turning, turning, turning, turning – that’s the way it is with the Machine. It doesn’t know anything else but turning. How could it? We get fed into it at one end and then out pops the product at the other end. Neatly packaged and labelled. All shiny and new. Input and output, you see – that’s how machines work. That’s how every machine works. That’s the time-honoured formula for being a machine. So it was and so it always will be. That’s the protocol. That’s the sacred procedure that no one’s allowed to interfere with.
You’d get in terrible trouble if you tried to do that of course. You’d get in awful trouble if you try to interfere with the proper authorized working of the machine. The proper authorities will be will absolutely hammer you for that. They’ll hammer you into the ground – they’ll hammer you so bloody hard you won’t know what hit you! Indeed you won’t. They’ll come down on you like a ton of bricks. You can’t beat the proper authorities for coming down on you like a ton of bricks! No sir you can’t. I’m telling you no lie there…
Feed them in one end and then watch the nice shiny products pop out the other, as if by magic. You’d never get tired of watching it – it’s a kind of a miracle in reverse. ‘Praise be to the product!’ we cry out as one, ‘praise be to the wonderful, amazing product which is so truly great…’ Which is us of course. Which is us. ‘Praise be to us,’ we cry out exultantly. We think we’re the bee’s knees. First you get born and then the next thing is they feed you into the mincing machine! Isn’t that the way it goes? By God it is – I’m not joking you there.
That old Mill keeps on a-turning – you could set your watch by it. You could set anything you want by it. It’s the world’s pulse. Nothing and nobody stops that old Mill from turning. ‘Praise be to the product!’ we shout out joyously, full to the brim of inane enthusiasm as we are. As we always are. We were told to be enthusiastic and so we are. Because we are the product you see. We are the product and there’s no getting around the Muncing Machine – there’s only going through it, as you know. As we all know.
First you get born and then – before you know it – you’re being fed head-first into the jaws of the Mill. By all the registered adults in the room. Before you even get a chance to say anything about it. Before you know what’s even happening. That’s the ticket now, isn’t it? That’s the way to do it. You’ve got to admire the efficiency of it all – that’s how the Machine does it and that’s how it will always do it…
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