We are slaves on a slave planet within an enslaved part of the Universe
When we die, our souls are captured as we escape Earth, and drained before we are incarnated in human bodies again for another stint on Prison Earth
We are like bees in a hive, our souls are the honey to be harvested to feed the evil machine of the Universe
The "beekeepers" are immortals but were once Human
We, our intellects, are less than gnats to them, we are simply oil, a spiritual fuel that powers their infernal machinery
Forever, until your soul becomes an empty husk, a ghost