There is no sustainable seafood and the observers are getting murdered.
Every murder is the end of a story, yet so many tales take it as their start.
When creation is disregarded on such vast and commercial scales, that humanity becomes a part of that utility-machine, that murder and torture infect society to endemic proportion, should be a matter of obvious outcome.
When those I love are under threat, murder transitions into loves defence-mode.
When there is artificial scarcity of the resources needed for survival, we call that social murder.
Now we aren’t talking about Kitty. Now it’s you. I know where you are right now, you know I do and I’ve been paid a dollar to kill you with some cheese wire. A dollar? How silly, not enough money, right? That’s what I said too. I said I wouldn’t consider it for less than ten million. Then I’ll get my cat suit on, pick up a pistol and climb in your window tonight. Just kidding! I could be offered any amount of power or money and you (and Kitty) would be perfectly safe, so stop fading away already, I already told you I don’t like it when you go so transparent. Have some backbone! Plus I said I like you, will you try to remember what I said?
Anyway, in the words of Bob Marley, “Life is worth much more than gold, neither can be bought or sold.” I accept that life is sacred and worth more than money, which means that I can’t be paid or bribed to kill either of you. Money isn’t even real, not bank account digits anyway, why would you be worth less than fictitious digits? Crazy, right?! Now we’re back to our last conclusion - if life is worth more than money then it always is. If your life is worth more than a cent, it’s worth more than all the money man can invent. There can never be another you, that's how special you are.
Found in Are you awake yet? - first draft, authored by .