we love the things that hate us

Unfort’nately, th’ bitch in charge is focused more on war n’ havin obedien’ lil drones to make her products, she’s stoopin as low as t’ drug people inta’ submission too, robbin folks a they individuality an’ leavin em pandead hulls a’ menial labor an’ nothin more. Tha’s what we’s fightin agains’ ri’now… She been pullin this fer a lil’ ova a hundred n’ fi’ty sweeps now a’ a higher intensity than b’fore, so we been fightin it th’ last hundred er so, but it’s slowed down how things was developin by a LOT… She don’ wan’ en’ertainmen’ or ind’viduality or expression, she wan’s drones, an’ is ruinin perfec’ly wondaful livin folks t’ have em..

Th’ travel is jus fer goods n’ supplies too, it aint really safer fer livin’ creatures, rearranges ya all sorts a fucked up. But yes, th’ capital focused all tech into supplies, sales and th’ market, we used t’ have libraries long ago but they was burned when th’ current uh. Dictator, really. Took ova, so we don’ got much fer books ri’now, only wha’ we log an’ document ourselves, an our enta’tainment is curren’ly at some radio, an’ mainly theater. None a them automatic transport machines here yet neitha, carts is pulled by hand or beast. We aint quite up to speed tech wise yet, music aint bad it jus ain’ as far developed as I seen in otha places neitha.

Technically we don’ got this eitha, I hijacked access t’th’ communications network meant fer off planet shippin’ a goods an’ supplies n’jailbroke my telepad n’ my communicator t’ get, admittedly spotty, access t’ th’ off world communications hub, which then is able to tune inta certain aspects a’ this inter planetary communications hub. This is s’pposed t’just be th’ supplier network but my access is bypassed n’ m’ hotspottin off th’ next moon ova t’ catch a stronga signal off Eternus

holup ok so you have interplanetary communication and travel and yall aint got movies or good music ah hm