what will they do with us?
there is no left. only right.
Written on May 19th, 2026 by Maria Epp. A so-called Canadian, white, euro-descent woman living with multiple disabilities. Thank you for reading or listening. Please consider becoming a paid member to divert the wealth stream from going continually into the hands of the war machine.
When I am a child, get old, become poor, sick, mad or disabled I will say, “Help! I can’t move. I can’t think. I can’t take care of myself. I need you.” When I ask for help I am disobeying the war machine. The war machine only takes care of a select few. It profits off of slavery, extraction (theft) and abuse. It does not value life in any form. It requires efficiency, high productivity and high levels of profit.
We, the humans, are inefficient, unproductive and unprofitable. We get sick, have children, get old, get mad+, and become disabled. We have needs that require care. War machines require extremely low care costs to be profitable. They want to give no fucks. This means that they must continually seek out cheaper ways to produce profit.
Humans are not cheaper than robots.
What will they do with us?
I, the human writer, have just returned from a five day holiday. Enough time to not check the news, or talk about the news. I simply existed in my body with other bodies. We celebrated milestones together. We laughed, cried, held hands and got tattooed. We went into hot saunas and ate expensive food and drink. We made art and talked about sex. We played with our children and shared stories with our Grandmother. We experienced our full selves and it was incredible.
Being human is wonderful and it is expensive.
Being alive requires constant supply of nutrition, healthcare, social care in tenderness and sensitivity, shelter and safety. Prior to mass extraction, we could live sustainably on this earth. We could provide these things for each other. No, we were never ultimately safe but we survived into the next generation.
Today, we can no longer say that. We do not know which generation will be the last.
Some poetry for you…
As the last lion roars, so does the first a.i. baby monster wake up. As the last orca jumps through the air in playful glee, so does the first robot pick up their gun and detonate every warm blooded creature on this planet.
Whether we disappear through a slow heating up of the planet or a fast a.i. shot to the head, either way, our time is up.
There is no benevolent force left. There is no kind-hearted king or queen ready to have mercy. There is no one in power who wants our best interest. We have become complacent to the bare minimum of comforts. We have become subdued by our phones and multiple streaming services. We are not fighting in the streets against mass surveillance in our own hands. We aren’t tossing out the devices!
They tell us our messages are being watched and we don’t really bat an eye. They arrest our citizens for trying to deliver food to war-torn countries and are ignored and buried under censored journalism. There is no democracy. There is no justice.
There is no left. Only right.