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7/18/2015 4:15:09 AM
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We are the whispers. The particles that make you sneeze on the wind. We are the little people. Forgotten, but not. Unimportant, but not. We have broken our backs to become who we are. We are the life blood of the world, but we are left in the dust as the rich and powerful steam ahead. This no longer a discussion of evolution, but a discussion of how we can be remembered.
[spoiler]We must fight back. I suggest a revolution.[/spoiler]
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Yes, but something if that magnitude would have to be done carefully, slowly, without loss of life or stepping on the heads of the little guy. Otherwise we become as bad as they. No, those who work would be afforded a place in our new society, and those who don't would have no choice but to make something of themselves. When I build my spaceship and leave earth, you're welcome aboard.
