《Humanity? HELL YEAH!!》Our Borosis
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Without change, things stay the same.
The change wrought upon a thing is coined work.
The potential for change to be wrought is coined energy.
The tendency of energy to bring change is called entropy.
In bringing change, the potential for change is reduced.
The devotion to change is self defeating.
Life is the devotion to change, it follows that it desires its own defeat.
One of those that had chatted about sports, a philosopher of irrelevant name, had mused over this in an attempt to justify what had to come when food ran out.
She had found the soccer match enlightening in how others dealt with their self defeating impulses, they tried to bring as much change as possible for their bodies to work, only to collapse before they could finish. A failed attempt at self destruction.
She, like so many, had grown up to become a destructive being, if she could not have something to eat, she would have no energy, she would not be able to do work, she could not bring change and annihilate the energy. Things would still change without her, suns would burn, planets would move towards black holes, entropy would not rest until it would.
Because the energy would sometime in the future decrease to 0 due to entropy.
Of course this is the non-nerd description, there will be more nerd descriptions in the story. Overwhelming amounts of those in fact, but not now.
She decided to see a new path with the desires of all those around her in mind, the desire of defeat of oneself, the desire for change to occur. She had become the mother of the philosophical stance of the Borosists, people that knew that they liked to defeat themselves and each other in a way that turned energy into change, murder.
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She had written down a pamphlet about Borosism and there were people already catching onto it, seeing their desires and wants reflected by a simple text, telling them that eating meat would be moral - from the standpoint of Borosism.
Not to say that there were people, that disagreed, they did not want others to be able to justify murdering them, the Anti-Borosists were born.
They did believe in the premise of wanting change to continue, but did not see why accepting the ceasement of change, only because it would all end at 0, some did not even see it ending at 0, they argued that from there everything just 'borrow energy', which would result in a negative entropy, bound to rebound at a certain point, returning them to their normal lifes, even if they died. These people split from the Anti-Boroism and became 'Borrowists' with another subgroup titled 'Loanist', wo denied that there was a limit to how much energy could be borrowed, which actually justified Boroism again. In the end it all was the idea of infinity in times of stability. When the Boroists started to seize the means of self destruction, they imposed their will upon all the splinter groups, making them question why Boroists would be the ones who had all the fun. This marked the start of the great kill and grill season, lasting about a day.
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