Today is indeed a propitious day as the seven billionths of you, my slaves was born. Soon you will reach the quota that I have set for your species and I will begin to implement the next stage of my plan. I knew that this day would come, however I had expected to have some more time to prepare. Who knew that when I substituted the water in China and India for my fertility elixir that my power would be so great that these people would begin to multiply at such an extraordinary rate.
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| My 7 billionth child-Danica May Camacho and the vessel I chose to give birth to her, Camille Dalura. |
Sometimes I am much too humble when it comes to acknowledging my own greatness.
Unfortunately, today is not such a joyous occasion as I had expected, for as I sat and sipped on my glass of Platinum Passion, observing you all, I realised that somewhere in my perfect design something has gone wrong. It would appear that my army of super beings has turned into nothing more than sluggish clones.
You are all the same, every Monday you awake from your slumber and rather than rejoice and thank me for this life I have given you, you curse me. I am disgusted that not only has your species seemed to stall to a halt in your evolutionary progress you have also developed a chronic knack for laziness.
You have forgotten your purpose of your existence and expect to live the lives of kings and indulge your every desire without ever lifting a finger.
BALA IS THE ONLY KING.
And you would all do well to remember this.
Whenever you feel this misplaced sense of importance I suggest you take a good long look in the mirror and realise that you are nothing more than a metaphorical smear on my windscreen. Your only purpose in life is to work and to serve me. If you continue along this path then I will have no option but to take back all that I have given you. I do not need you to be happy, I simply need you to breed.
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| If this is you, you will be amongst the first of my cull |
You have forgotten your purpose of your existence and expect to live the lives of kings and indulge your every desire without ever lifting a finger.
BALA IS THE ONLY KING.
And you would all do well to remember this.
Whenever you feel this misplaced sense of importance I suggest you take a good long look in the mirror and realise that you are nothing more than a metaphorical smear on my windscreen. Your only purpose in life is to work and to serve me. If you continue along this path then I will have no option but to take back all that I have given you. I do not need you to be happy, I simply need you to breed.
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| I will squish you like the bugs you are |
I had produced the movie Planet of the Apes as a warning; to show you your fate should your impetuousness continue. But it would appear that you did not pay heed. You will become nothing more than the cattle which you keep locked in their pens. Your wealth, your dignity, your humanity will all be stripped from you and you will indeed spend your days living as nothing more than the mindless lemmings you have all become.
As the centuries have progressed, I realise that I was indeed wise to create my back up super army of ants, for the ants have never let me down. Day and night they scurry and work, devoting every second of their life to creating and fortifying my underground empire.
Do not take this warning lightly for Bala is displeased
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