Control Room

It’s almost a rule — when a corrupt empire falls, all the servants and pretorians of the falling emperor are eager to betray him. And yet, what the falling emperor has to contemplate is exactly what he created for guaranteeing himself the chimera of an eternal power. An army of corrupt administrators, a court of lackeys, and a people of greedy mercenaries. And even his “authorised” opposers are worth his henchmen — never forget, gens una sunt. In such a perfect empire, no wonder that the emperor himself is a servant, ministering to the greeds of his minions.
Who is not with them is against them and will be kindly invited to choose between prison, madhouse, or cemetery. If you refuse to comply with their “metaphorical justice”, well, blessed are you.

Adriana Martínez, Last Supper Abstract
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