These bastards got it all. And it didn't happen today or yesterday, but more than a hundred years ago. That's when the image of future was formed.

None of them are alive anymore, but they manage to screw us over even from the grave. Again and again. Day after day. You, me, your classmates, and the guy from the bakery nearest to your home.

Close your eyes. Picture those you've ever met in your life, even those you've only seen in a blink of an eye from the public transportation window. Each of them got screwed over long before they were born.

Many know about this. Hardly anyone enjoys this. But no one cares. The bastards lie in the ground, but their work lives on.

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