39 "War is profit"

You won a battle Utume, not the war.

War is profit. Wealth is Health. Psynodes rule.

The Biodome will be mine. I kid you not. I can trace my lineage back to The Concealment, and soon there will be a place named after me. Make no mistake; these are no delusions of grandeur… this isn’t a born-privilege-matter. This is thinking forwards. That has been the secret of my kin. Thinking forwards. Not even the Sociocrats have been able to weaken or harm the Abots.

People don’t know what they want. People want to be shown what they want. And that’s the paradox. There will always be some petty simpletons who will envy what we have, instead of being grateful for retaining their genes existence. Thanks to the vault, thanks to the very psynodes my forefather’s Corporations invented, and the technology we developed… we live. The masses, they want everything but merit nothing.

What we, the traders really have are guts and wits. We foresee, plan accordingly, and then move on.

Would you want to know what I see now? We dominated the world once. For a long time we've had nothing but our psynodes, neuro-prints and our psytech. We have kept hundreds of thousands of plans and designs but had nothing to do with them except pondering… No more my friends.

Now all the resources are at hand again. We know about some sites of old. We have located some others deposits. The better ones are now in the hands of the Outdwellers, but to me, enemies are better than friends, because you can plunder from those fallen enemies… their resources and their life-nodes, all fresh to mingle and combine with ours, once their lands and corpses are properly claimed. The better the materials, the mightier the panoplies; the mightier the panoplies, the easier the conquering.

Everything and everyone are up for this. For those who don’t know what to do, I will guide them. For those who know what to do, I will invest in them.

In the mines and factories, I shall ask for a working fee, because those who can focus their nodes there, will be distracted from the new war during their shifts, and hence, adapt swifter. And they will be able to renew their psynodes input; working with fresh nodes… They ought to pay me. I shall charge them somehow, and I shall slowly take back the power that was taken from my family. Utume, your days are numbered.

The Abot’s, the harvesters shall rule once more.