The next day, Trevor decided to take a look at the dreaded manifesto that Morrigan talked about. While sitting in his quaint office, he logged on his computer and accessed the foundation's secret search engine, designed to be absolutely hid its user, like the ultimate virtual private network. He typed in the link sent to him by another staff member. A few seconds passed as the the loading bar filled on the screen. A black and green background manifested on screen with writing in hideous papyrus font. The title read: My Manifesto.
"Couldn't have come up with a better, more original title?" Trevor asked himself. The hideous font clashed with background and Trevor had to squint to properly read the damn thing. The author's name was Karan, an apparent misspelling of the name Karen. "Of course that would be her name." He scoffed, finding it difficult to take this thing seriously. Previous foundation run ins with the children of the savannah, however, attested to their commitment to the destruction of civilisation. Their last encounter, around three weeks ago, had members of the cult attempt to bomb massive farm in Alabama which fed roughly one hundred thousand people. They failed but a fair few crops were lost. To target something as vital as food supply however, conveyed their true malice. He began to read the manifesto.
For the last 12,000 years, mankind has been making mistake after mistake. Building civilisations for the depraved hedonism of comfort. Even as you read this, so many give up their struggle just so your comfort can exist. Farmers slave away, while humanity continues its repugnant rebellion against nature. Air conditioning and medicine, billionaires giving hideous conditions to their workers. There is no ethical consumption under capitalism OR socialism or any other degenerative economic system. Civilisation must be destroyed. Humanity used to be strong but we've grown flabby, hedonistic and immoral. We seek comfort and the easy life, we seek lives free from struggle. LIFE IS SUPPOSED TO BE HARD! In the stone age, 40% of kids died before adulthood, LIKE THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO. Only the strong survive, they struggle like ubermench.
These were the ramblings of what seemed like some edgy teenager who just discovered Nietzsche, The Marquis De Sade or perhaps Jared Diamond. Trevor skimmed the next few paragraphs, it was nigh unreadable.
Perhaps the most sickening thing about modern civilisation are the ideas promoted by Mill and Bentham. Happiness as the ultimate value? What is happiness without struggle and pain? We all NEED to suffer in life! We need to suffer every day, to struggle and overcome adversity. Mankind has become trapped in the zoo of the modern world. Weak, and without vigour. There were no wheelchairs or antibiotics or vaccines in the good old days! The weak and disabled were taken care of by mother nature.
"Why am I reading this shit?" Asked Trevor with his hands shaking and his face contorting. It was as though this manifesto was designed to cause outrage, much like some troll site, or rage-bait article. He wouldn't even have taken this seriously if it weren't for the simple fact, that this was attached to a genuine eco-terrorist organisation. Even still, surely no one could actually think this? Even the most deranged individuals must have some sense.
Nature's beauty and utter perfection are constantly being trampled on by humanity's morally unspeakable quest for 'progress' and comfort, from the climate to wild animal populations. Have you not read Brave New World? You shouldn't want comfort! You should WANT struggle and hardship! Have forgotten that Huxley wrote it as a DYSTOPIA??
The frequent use of caps-lock started to irritate Trevor.
Well I say no more! Prepare yourself humanity! We, the children will tear this house of bullshit down, and no one can stop us! John the Savage never managed to free humanity from the scourge of the state, but we will, we are already planning our biggest attack. It will make WWII look like a mild breeze. Mankind will be punished for its sins with the vengeance of a trillion suns and nature will be liberated from the evils of technology and civilisation forever.
According to the webpage itself, this manifesto was published on June 3rd 2011, over two years before today, July 19th 2013. It was tempting to think that maybe, considering its age, it was never going to come to fruition however, Morrigan recently warned the foundation that a massive attack would take place very soon. Irritated by what he had just read, Trevor closed the browser, logged off the computer and walked to his private chambers in the facility. His bedroom was decorated with trophies from around the multiverse. Everything from dormant infinity stones to dragon skulls and swords made of mythrill. On a few occasions he had even met parallel versions of himself, one photo on his wall showed a group of Trevor Baileys, each from a different universe, with a different SCP Foundation, some more successful than others. He looked at the image, glad that at least in this world, the foundation had managed to contain some of the truly dangerous and apocalyptic entities. In front of his four poster victorian bed lay a large flatscreen television with a remote laying on the duvet. Trevor lay down to watch the news. He never liked it, but the news was a necessary evil, he had to make sure no SCPs managed to escape on to live tv, the public simply cannot know what was truly out there, there'd be social upheaval, mass panic and much worse.
The news show began with the standard fanfare and flashy graphics with the familiar image of the globe. So generic, he thought to himself as the title flashed on screen in bold capital letters. The first story was about yet another earthquake at the San Andreas fault line, if only they knew the real cause, he thought, a little frustrated by the monotony of the ordinary news cycle. He had a hard time paying attention to the latest political debate that appeared on screen as it seemed so inconsequential compared to the kind of shit he does regularly even if part of him envied their ignorance.
Breaking News! A terrorist attack in southern India has just occurred! A large portion of farmland has been decimated by several landmines which just went off!
Oh, another terrorist attack, looks like the news is doing half the terrorists' job again.
"This is catastrophic!" Said a young female interviewee on scene. "This farmland supplied food for over one hundred thousand people! Thousands will starve if we don't repair the fields!"
Reportedly, many nearby citizens received strange text messages prior to the event.
"I thought they were just spam." That same interviewee explained. "They were threatening though, saying that 'the rebellion against the modern world has begun' and 'this is just the beginning.'"
Not everyone agrees that the ominous texts are related to the attack.
"It's too early to conclude." Said another interviewee, this one male, older and wearing rugged clothing. "It might just be a coincidence."
Some believe that this was an attack by the so called "children of the savannah," an eco-terrorist group with ties to local gangs here in southern India.
"Wait a second!" Trevor said out loud, with no one in the room. "Is this true?" Suddenly, he felt like he should pay attention to this story. How the hell do news organisations even know about the children?
We caught footage of a young woman claiming to be a member of the children.
"This is just the beginning!" A middle aged white woman yelled with a scowl. She was holding a green and black sign with the words Civilisation must end written on it. She continued. "Soon mankind will regret it's rebellion against the perfection of mother nature!"
"Fucking fanatics!" Trevor said in response to the bizarre world view on display. What exactly these lunatics wanted to do however, Trevor did not know, but he had some hunches. Perhaps they may gain access to atomic weaponry and nuke the world, though whether they would destroy the very nature they appear to worship seemed somewhat unlikely. Perhaps instead, they might try bio weaponry or chemical weapons, though how they hell they'd access such devices was beyond him.
The news show continued, talking about other stories that didn't seem to matter. Trevor kept watching just in case an SCP showed up in one of the stories, as he normally does every night. As usual, none appeared, giving him small comfort that at least, no major breakouts have happened in this universe.