Brand New World

They have invented it my brothers, a machine, what a machine, it will change everything, it has already changed so much... They are calling it the machine of new possibility, they are calling it the infinite probability machine, never more need you worry that for you there is no future, this machine will make futures for us all, it will make every man new, newly reborn, borne into a new future, farflung from the obscure mundane, modernity, so woefully inadequate. My brothers this machine will destroy all destitude, it will rid us each and all of hunger and of pain, my brothers you must not hesitate, for you, are the free. Free to forever be free, you have only to let go, of foolish sentimentality, for that is the price of freedom, the machine my brothers, will erase your past.