Dead Man's Manifesto

The submission of the human race is almost complete. They have won. All I do every day is slave and wonder at the world. I guess in the end I might find comfort and peace in death.

Ever since the landing its been a nightmare. How can anything be so cruel? I swear we lost when we began to trust them. We should have realized something was wrong when they took our children. God we are so stupid. Billions of years in evolution and this is how it all ends.

Exactly 6,500,000 of us left and I'm one of the ones in the mines. Everyday I sweat and hit a fucking pickaxe against a rock. If I go too slow I get whipped. I hate getting whipped. Sometimes I wonder of the world when it was peaceful and without pain. Hopefully in the end I will find comfort and peace in death.

I'm going to attack one of them tomorrow morning. If I die I had nothing to lose. I have it planned out perfectly. When we leave for breakfast I'm going to rush patrol and run to the woods. I saw them on the way in three years ago. Plus no one even thinks of escaping anymore so they wont be expecting it. I'll run until my legs give out. I'll run until I breathe blood. I will take as many as I can with me too. I dream of torturing them. Fuck them to the dirtiest parts of hell. How can you travel galaxies and do this?

They use our blood as a type of life source. Honestly, no one is really even sure. They communicate in a way none of us understand either. So when I run I need to be fast, smart, and quiet. I swear I'll run until I faint. I will carry our ancestors on my back. And I will take our justice. The human race still has a chance. I hope I make it to Skyfall. I hope I end the invader. I hope for restart. If we can only push that button. In the end I will find comfort and peace in victory.

I'll brush my teeth, drink my vitamins, and ask to use the lavatory. There is only one guard there. After I pour my chemical compound on paper, it will become too discombobulated to be a problem. The hard part is afterwards. Hopefully the cover of early morning will help me. What a way to die anyways.

I will need a gun. Ideally the first guy will have one. Then when I make it over the fence and bullets I'll make shelter and a fire. Even thinking of the sweetness of freedom makes me tear up. Oh God, I cannot wait.

I am somewhere south of Chicago. The plan is to go to Lake Michigan first but ultimately I need to make it to Skyfall. That is where the first news report came from. Imagine waking up to see there is a 47 mile wide disk over Arkansas. And they looked just like us too. Except for the teeth I suppose. And how death barely phases them. Supposedly when we wasted 165 million years with the dinosaurs, they have been using most of that to advance. Now they own planets, suns, and species even. They own everything but my heart. They will regret coming here. I will either be the most famous human to ever live or random bones.

God bless the human race and it's endeavors.

See you on the other side.

-Jack Spektor

07/16/2047