Getting the feeling that the only path moving forward is saying goodbye to the masses and stepping back into the shadows as much as possible as they step over the cliff. They are so addicted to the black screens and poisons of the masters they will hate you and wish your death if you point out what is what.
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Until they get hungry and realize you don't have stores of food they can take from you, but can learn to produce from you - if they ask nicely.