The sun rarely sets on humanity as a whole. The apocalypse that is coming will be a terrible shock to you, the Ardoon. For centuries, you have experienced nothing but forward progress and so have forgotten that the thing you call civilization is an artificial construct, a flickering flame that can at any moment be extinguished. You have become vain, thinking that it is your birthright to have a stable and fruitful existence and that the blackness which you emerged from can never reclaim you.
You, the Ardoon of today, are in some ways even more slavish than your ancestors. You have many more masters yet you have deluded yourselves into thinking you are free and independent. Your toy phones and computers and the internet have given the you slaves the ability to speak to one another instantly, and to share ideas, and to communicate, and you imagine this enhanced ability to babel is power. You have said, ‘Who can stand against us, when we are united? Social media is more powerful than any government and with it we can topple kingdoms.’
Having misconstrued the toppling of a few small governments that had, in fact, already been scripted to topple, you have grown cocky and think yourselves gods. Now you say, "It is unfair that we do not have what our masters have. You are one and we are ninety-nine. Why should you have more than us? Let us unite so that no government and no kingdom may rule us! Let us become like our masters. Let us invade their world and claim it and distribute the spoils of our plunder amongst our own kind. For if we are ninety-nine and you are but one, surely it is right that that we do so."
This is what happens when we masters share our prosperity with slaves. You do not love your masters for what you are given but rather resent us for what you are not given. You have leeched off the achievements of your superiors far too long. If not stopped you will raid field and factory and gorge yourselves with food and toys and luxuries, and when it is all gone, and your masters are dead, you will cry "More!"
But there will be no more.
Only the guiding hand of the true and uncorrupted Nisirtu has allowed humanity to progress to its current state. You, the human cesspool in the “First world” idle away your time texting or emailing or calling one another on your shiny toys to babble incessantly about every second of your miserable, directionless lives. It is like the grunting of pigs in pens. You send endless streams of photos of yourselves to your slave friends. And do you know why you do this? Because your lives have so little meaning that you secretly wonder if you even exist.
“Did you get the selfie of me eating that fish taco, Chad? Yeah? And was I in it? Are you sure? Good, just checking!”
The problem is that my kind has allowed your kind to ascend Maslow’s pyramid. You are consumed with the need to improve your self-esteem and to self-actualize. You cannot do this, we know, because you are trespassing into the realm of the Nisirtu. Your proper place is at the base, where you are fated to scurry for food and clothing, humping like dogs and following your carnal desires wherever they might lead you. You multiply like rabbits, with no breeding plans or quotas. As a result you suffer disease, idiocy, and ugliness - things unknown among the Nisirtu.
Even the Ardoon elite, your pathetic rulers, equate toys and money with power, not understanding that power is a thing unto itself. They make this error because they share the genes of the animals they rule. You can put a suit on an Ardoon but he remains Ardoon!
The zenith of your miserable lot has finally arrived. Humanity shall rise no higher, because the Nisirtu have grown weary of your wicked ways. The Families have rightly said, “The Ardoon seek to become like us, so we shall confound and silence them. We will take from them their precious internet. We shall destroy their phones, radios and televisions. Let us further deny them electricity, and water, and engines, and farms, and medicine, and security. Let us return them to their natural state so that their eyes will be reopened to the reality of their pathetic existence."
You are not gods nor masters - and you are certainly not Nisirtu.
About Lilitu (known also as "Lilian")
Age: Early 30s, but in appearance mid-20s
Physical Description: 5'10", perfectly proportioned, blonde, emerald green eyes; considered to be one of the most beautiful women in the world. Nicknamed "Kulmittu," and "Shamkhat" by her detractors (loosely translatable as, "the whore").
Education: Masters in Fine Arts, Music, Literature, Religion. PhD in Political Science.
Likes: Music (classical), equestrian events, balls, political assassinations, charity, whips, fast cars, riding crops, ice cream, eugenics, sex, drugs, picnics, slavery, the rule of law, benevolence to inferiors
Dislikes: The 99% - and the 1%, money, cellular phones, poor diction, craft fairs