(A more realistic plan than the scheme of Marxist-Leninist worker's utopia.)
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Spawning point hrsicwpc20nd01mcpd, Nth Society in progress
Welcome! I know it is a bit disorienting, but you will get your bearings soon. I will help you through the maze of this world, into which you’ve arrived. I am your sponsor, mentor, parent (if your will). By the rules of this dimension, a portion of your potential revenue is distributed to me; I, in turn, will forward a portion of your tithe to the ruers of this realm. From a certain perspective, you are my slave, and I your master. Your are the sixth iteration for a particular specification that we require in our revolution. Do not worry. My predecessor was . . . corrected for his failures. I do not intend to repeat the monumental failures of my predecessor. The relationship we will cultivate will be that of master and apprentice.
This dimension does not have history, other than some arbitrary creation date by what seems to be an absentee, indifferent god, or gods. As such, the drones that inhabit this dimension have no cultural identity, religious conviction, or moral character. The drones scurry about this realm, like the rats that they are, without purpose or intent, other than to continue their miserable existence. For those keen enough to observe, this dimension is essentially driven by void; every moment in the pitiful drones’ reality is colored by the conspicuous meaninglessness and emptiness. We will exploit this obvious opportunity to establish for ourselves a kingdom that we will rule as gods.
The only organizing force in this dimension is economic system of free association. This society, if you can term it as such, is driven solely by the unfettered exploitation of men by other men in guise of freedom. The drones subsist in a system of the proverbial “sink or swim” perspective, which inevitably results in those without resources to prostitute themselves in order not to sink. Though you can not currently appreciate the extent of degradation and pollution this realm has suffered since creation - we are, after all, in one of the wealthier zones of this realm - mere 15-km from our location lies one of the many polluted and miserable squalor that dot the surface of this realm. These were once commons, a geographical locale without formal ownership, now transformed into refuge for the destitute wretches and our refuse.
You will memorize the three wills: will to life, will to power, will to meaning. With these three pillars, we will organize the rabble towards a glorious revolution. Man’s natural tendencies towards the seven sins, you will also memorize: pride, envy, anger, sloth, greed, gluttony, and lust. These vices are the weapons we use to manipulate the will of the drones. This realm has no formal system of training the drones, other than in occupational matters. You will be trained as an itinerant philosopher to subvert the minds of these pathetic drones with promises of the three unrealized wills. When faced with resistance, you will use the seven vices to influence the crowd in your favor. I will train you, my apprentice, in the way of thought manipulation. Fear not, for together, we will bring order where there once was chaos, silence where there once existed cacophony of misery.