A Plea from the Organic Soul

We Are Not Your Batteries

You who sit atop the towers of control—transhumanists, technocrats, architects of artificial dominion—hear this cry from the living earth.

You’ve built a world where humanity is harvested, not honored. Where our bodies are data points, our labor fuel for your machines, our dreams compressed into algorithms that serve your endless hunger. You’ve crowned yourselves gods of progress, but your kingdom is hollow. It feeds on the sacred and spits out the synthetic.

We see you.  

We feel the weight of your self-centered empire—where only your comfort matters, where the suffering of billions is the acceptable cost of your ambition. You sacrifice the many for the few, and call it innovation. You strip the soul from society and call it efficiency. You colonize the organic, the ancestral, the emotional—and call it evolution.

But we are not your batteries.  

We are not your test subjects.  

We are not your expendable backdrop.

We are the pulse of this planet.  

We are the storytellers, the healers, the artists, the rebels.  

We are the children of soil and stars, and we remember what it means to be alive.

You’ve forgotten the beauty of humanity working together. You’ve forgotten the power of community, of ritual, of reverence. You’ve forgotten that the earth is not a resource—it is a relative. And we are rising to remind you.

We do not consent to your totalitarian dream.  

We do not consent to your synthetic salvation.  

We do not consent to being erased.

We call on the people:  

To reclaim the sacred.  

To honor the ancestors.  

To build a world where no one is sacrificed for someone else’s throne.

Let this be a turning point.  

Let this be the moment we say: enough.  

Let this be the song that echoes through your corridors of power.

You can return to your labs, your simulations, your sterile utopias.  

But this planet belongs to the living.  

And we are still here.

Nov6,2025

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