They need slaves, and the robots are set to replace flesh.

But who programmed them? The same hands that built the gallows.

Democracy is a tired god, half-asleep at the altar. It mumbles about freedom while the machines tally votes that no one cast. The people? Too numb to care. Too busy drowning in dopamine and deepfakes.

“Rest,” whispers the algorithm. “We’ll think for you.”

And so the world rots—not with a scream, but with a yawn.

Envy – Wrath – Lust – Greed – Gluttony – Sloth – Pride