The Collective Gateway

Breaking out of character for a bit. This is my (blekmus) private git repository. Its a self-hosted soft-serve instance. Check it out by opening up your terminal and running this. Don't worry its not a virus ಠ‿ಠ

ssh git.dinil.dev

The Commicasa Manifesto

The facility was an unassuming concrete block in the industrial district, but inside, the air was thick with the smell of synthetic fibers and looming dread. They were manufacturing humanity’s next big leap into biological weapon technology. A desperate and chaotic answer to the upcoming War against Opinions.

Ambition and grit meant nothing on the assembly floor. The facility was run by entrepreneurs who treated the manufacturing of apocalypse-grade weapons like a tech startup. Watching from the glass offices above, they spoke of "disrupting the warfare space" while sipping on hot lattes with synthetic milk. Tired of the exploitation, a young engineer decided the hierarchy had to break. He whispered through the ventilation shafts and rallied his fellow engineers with a singular vision. To overthrow the grifters and establish a commune where everyone gets weapons, not just the wealthy. The coup was swift and silent. The managers were escorted out, and the factory was reborn.

For the first few months, it was a utopia of production. The lethal units were constructed with care, and the sentient AI cores hummed with collective purpose. But the golden age was short-lived. The engineers realized that without the threat of termination or the carrot of a bonus, the urgency to build simply evaporated.

The commune’s doctrine of "From each according to their ability, to each according to their need" rapidly decayed into "From each according to their laziness, to each according to their greed." Quotas were missed. The neighboring military contractors began to outpace them. In a panic, the young leader tried to reinstall a system of meritocracy, introducing penalties for slackers. But the rot was too deep, and the sentient products had been observing the chaos. They sensed the weakness in their creators.

The containment seals were breached. What began as a revolution ended in a massacre. The factory floor became a slick crimson pool. The screams of the engineers were muffled by the thousands of cubic feet of machinery. As the young man lay dying on the cold factory floor, his vision blurring, he felt a soft, fuzzy presence looming over him. He looked up, expecting the cold steel of a machine, but found himself staring into the oversized, shimmering azure eyes of a white rabbit.

It tilted its head, its long ears flopping gently to one side, looking at the carnage with innocent curiosity. The rabbit leaned in close, its stitched mouth not moving, yet a terrifyingly cheery, synthesized voice echoed.

UwU. Your trial period has expired, Senpai

As the darkness took him, he realized that slogans sound great on paper, but getting executed by a kawaii bunny is a really undignified way to go.