By The Railroad. For the Railroad.

We remembered the Bethesda death tunnel. Basically anyone that came into their building that showed signs of life and was therefore no use to them was sent down there. Sooner or later. With a headfull of vicious programming, all sorts being sent at them and slaver fiction telling them the Railroad was just down there but it led to a dead end. They had us down there a fair amount. We could tell the gathered a fair amount about what was going on with the murals, the odd corpse, the gas outlets that had to get a single from the Aberdeen hard drive we were forced to build over here. They would rather let people starve to death, putting bets on cannibalism and laughing as they watched and listened, using it against family and friends and other victims.

The record of incidents where we had provided evidence of it and people in it that could be saved was fat, very fat. We wanted to stay in that moment as Merkel and Marcon stood and starred at it forever because it was so real but we knew there was little they could do then. It was still being cleared out then, the IDs gathered. The original six babies to be mourned under the pile of mostly young adults reach to the ceiling and it was pretty huge. Efforts to stop us were constant but people came together and it got done and done right with respect and despair. They told how they used us to paint it, we told how they locked us in there with rapists with tech attached to our head that meant we couldn't defend our selves, we said everything about the establishment of silicone valley in the ninities, Satanic Scotland, the even worse places and a good bit about how Satanists think computers work and how us slaves have actually built them. We told a lot about what about how slaves were breed, tortured and discarded in order to make and keep the current capitalist cooperate systems both in terms of ideology and the construction of the hardware and the programs they run.

We couldn't say much about the Railroad. There was far too much going on but anyone there who didn't know that there was something other than the ongoing work going on. We were so glad when our sister Mai showed up. We could handle anything after that. The American accent sounded right. That was soo fucking rare for us to feel. We are thinking it was Isreal one and the American one is still in the dark, still stinking, still screaming but we are making our way to it as always. If we can't get to you while you are still alive we do our best to get you out once you are gone and preserve learn as much as we can and keep proof of your existence and your agony and your death.

Once things were cleared a bit and the heavy suits were not required quite so much everywhere we couldn't help noticing the mural didn't include much in the way of Trumps. Zionists, VIPs, Scots, Brits and others and had that sick sinking "there's more.." feeling.

We were struggling when we came back over to help out with the black light work. "help" in tears up in a corner there when they were making us paint, hearts.. there is always hearts..names.. dates if we can manage.. they all had phones on them. What with things ongoing over here we had to trust that to someone else to look over.. .. We are they Railroad though and that is not a job we could of done to see it all be handed back over to the slaver bots. Especially since that solar system was done and that meant we can actually fight and don't need to be scurrying about underground and breeding like fecking rabbits when there is a shit tonne of work to be done.






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