cows and bulls

[Rever]

Well I was watching some videos on Israel settlement and the temple movement and saw some jew telling that Christians worship one jew but should worship all jews here is the link

Then I thought about artificial insemination and future of human reproduction . Here is an extreme blackpill version . Please read at your discretion . cows are females and bulls are male
In New Zealand a major diary exporter of dairy products of 26 billion USD and 5 billion USD of beef exports .
The life of bulls ie men
In New Zealand, the fate of young bulls depends on the agricultural context, primarily within the dairy and beef industries. Here’s a concise overview based on common practices:

Dairy Industry: Most young bulls in dairy farming are born as a byproduct of milk production, as cows must calve to produce milk. . Their fates include:
Slaughter as Calves: Many bull calves are considered surplus and are slaughtered shortly after birth or sent for processing for pet food, veal, or other low-value products.
Rearing for Beef: Some bull calves are reared for beef production, either on the dairy farm or sold to beef farmers. They may be castrated (becoming steers) to improve meat quality and manageability or kept entire for faster growth. These bulls are typically slaughtered at 18–36 months for beef markets.
Breeding: A small number of high-genetic-merit bulls are selected for breeding, either for natural mating or artificial insemination.
Kept as Breeding Bulls: High-quality bulls are retained or sold for breeding. They must be sexually mature, well-grown and healthy to serve effectively.

Bulls (Historical Context): Pre-AI(artificial insemination) (pre-1950s), a 440-cow farm would have needed 11–22 bulls (1 bull per 20–40 cows) for natural mating, By 1960, with 30–50% AI(artificial insemination) adoption, 5–15 bulls might have sufficed for 50–70% of the herd (220–308 cows). Today, AI(artificial insemination) is near-universal, with bulls rarely kept except for occasional “sweep-up” matings (1–2 bulls, if any),
Here the bull chad to cow is like top 5-10 % of bull by virtue of its genetics survives to reproduce.

With this comparison we can clearly see in the early stage that if there are 100 boys and 100 girls only 5 boys will pass on the genes to 95 girls meaning each boy will have access to 19 girls while 19 boys are sentenced to death due to their genetics.

I would like to point out that this is possible only due to artificial insemination which devalued the need for men to reproduce as you can just inseminate high value genes in women . Now with increase in AI(artificial insemination) use by women currently we are in a world where 5-10 % men are desired to reproduce then we go to like 2.25 % of men who will be desired to reproduction making the former chad become incels or mgtow . then after AI is near universal only the top 0.22% or less men are desired sexually are the rest become incels or mgtow and the further down the slope this % will become 0

Now the concern I have is AI(artificial insemination) and abortion are already a mature technology and many women say that it is a girl or an abortion . We humans which are superior to bulls and cows use this method. Now we are developing AI which will become superior to us and is gynocentric . Now what if in future some former chad who had access to women and now is a beggar for sex gives control of AI to women and this gynocentric AI will cause the extinction of male race.

So far as I know all AI extinction ideas tell all humans will die but imagine a time when all men are systematically killed and become extinct due to women and when they get pregnant and discover that it's a man they will kill it and what ever men that are born are subjected to slave labor to their masters ie women.

To make slaves vent their frustrations and cope with life hence making them addicts willing to do anything for a buck they will be given access to porn and internet to fantasize slaves having sex with their masters . This will make them live in virtual fantasy world to avoid suffering of real world . Eventually all male slaves will be killed when robots can replace them .

With the world headed in this direction I fear the male race will go extinct and females will enjoy the fruits of male labor.

End of post.

Well I spent 150 minutes to write this story so I would appreciate if you guys can reply and react to this post. I will also write novel on men of different types living in various timelines of this future. I hope @Darth_aurelius and @Sumzero / @Zerosum can make a Incel Power Podcast on this topic.

Thanking you
rever

[Darth_aurelius]

Well I was watching some videos on Israel settlement and the temple movement and saw some jew telling that Christians worship one jew but should worship all jews here is the link

Then I thought about artificial insemination and future of human reproduction . Here is an extreme blackpill version . Please read at your discretion . cows are females and bulls are male
In New Zealand a major diary exporter of dairy products of 26 billion USD and 5 billion USD of beef exports .
The life of bulls ie men
In New Zealand, the fate of young bulls depends on the agricultural context, primarily within the dairy and beef industries. Here’s a concise overview based on common practices:

Dairy Industry: Most young bulls in dairy farming are born as a byproduct of milk production, as cows must calve to produce milk. . Their fates include:
Slaughter as Calves: Many bull calves are considered surplus and are slaughtered shortly after birth or sent for processing for pet food, veal, or other low-value products.
Rearing for Beef: Some bull calves are reared for beef production, either on the dairy farm or sold to beef farmers. They may be castrated (becoming steers) to improve meat quality and manageability or kept entire for faster growth. These bulls are typically slaughtered at 18–36 months for beef markets.
Breeding: A small number of high-genetic-merit bulls are selected for breeding, either for natural mating or artificial insemination.
Kept as Breeding Bulls: High-quality bulls are retained or sold for breeding. They must be sexually mature, well-grown and healthy to serve effectively.

Bulls (Historical Context): Pre-AI(artificial insemination) (pre-1950s), a 440-cow farm would have needed 11–22 bulls (1 bull per 20–40 cows) for natural mating, By 1960, with 30–50% AI(artificial insemination) adoption, 5–15 bulls might have sufficed for 50–70% of the herd (220–308 cows). Today, AI(artificial insemination) is near-universal, with bulls rarely kept except for occasional “sweep-up” matings (1–2 bulls, if any),
Here the bull chad to cow is like top 5-10 % of bull by virtue of its genetics survives to reproduce.

With this comparison we can clearly see in the early stage that if there are 100 boys and 100 girls only 5 boys will pass on the genes to 95 girls meaning each boy will have access to 19 girls while 19 boys are sentenced to death due to their genetics.

I would like to point out that this is possible only due to artificial insemination which devalued the need for men to reproduce as you can just inseminate high value genes in women . Now with increase in AI(artificial insemination) use by women currently we are in a world where 5-10 % men are desired to reproduce then we go to like 2.25 % of men who will be desired to reproduction making the former chad become incels or mgtow . then after AI is near universal only the top 0.22% or less men are desired sexually are the rest become incels or mgtow and the further down the slope this % will become 0

Now the concern I have is AI(artificial insemination) and abortion are already a mature technology and many women say that it is a girl or an abortion . We humans which are superior to bulls and cows use this method. Now we are developing AI which will become superior to us and is gynocentric . Now what if in future some former chad who had access to women and now is a beggar for sex gives control of AI to women and this gynocentric AI will cause the extinction of male race.

So far as I know all AI extinction ideas tell all humans will die but imagine a time when all men are systematically killed and become extinct due to women and when they get pregnant and discover that it's a man they will kill it and what ever men that are born are subjected to slave labor to their masters ie women.

To make slaves vent their frustrations and cope with life hence making them addicts willing to do anything for a buck they will be given access to porn and internet to fantasize slaves having sex with their masters . This will make them live in virtual fantasy world to avoid suffering of real world . Eventually all male slaves will be killed when robots can replace them .

With the world headed in this direction I fear the male race will go extinct and females will enjoy the fruits of male labor.

End of post.

Well I spent 150 minutes to write this story so I would appreciate if you guys can reply and react to this post. I will also write novel on men of different types living in various timelines of this future. I hope @Darth_aurelius and @Sumzero / @Zerosum can make a Incel Power Podcast on this topic.

Thanking you
rever

I can see that you invested a great deal of time, effort and cognitive overhead in the process of cogitating these many intriguing ideas. While my own response here will not in any way be commensurate with your own intellectual and creative exertions, I will make some effort to engage substantively with the points you raised above.

Yes, there are various ultra Orthodox jewish sects which yearn for the apocalypse and presuppose that the destruction of the physical, material world is predicated on the fulfillment of certain ancient prophesies as had been foretold in the Pentateuch. I find such people to be craven imbeciles who ascribe far too much veracity and probity to the utterly absurd and oftentimes self-contradictory content found within the chapters of the Old Testament. That fact notwithstanding, I am glad that the existence of these credulous fools serves to create further divisiveness amongst the jews and will thereby undermine their capacity to maintain and semblance of national cohesion of continuity of strategic purpose.

The cattle analogy is interesting and one which we may indeed incorporate into our next discussion, though I have been planning on elucidating the finer points made by the great Arthur Schopenhauer on his edifying treatise "On Women" which I suggest as mandatory reading for all Incel Revolutionaries (it is to our movement as Das Kapital was to the Bolsheviks).

I don't find the conclusions that you arrive at entirely convincing since womenkind lacks the kinetic force or raw power to implement such a diabolical dystopic plan and are entirely reliant on and beholden to the tolerance of mankind for their own safety, security and continuing existence. We have oft observed that if men decided to exterminate all women tomorrow they could do so with great ease and efficiency but women would be incapable of inflicting anything comparable to existential harm upon mankind. Nevertheless, the point is compelling and I will ruminate on it further.

Finally, I was going to respond to this even before I received that PM from you, such is my concern and respect for all of my soldiers and comrades.

[Sumzero]

Very interesting topic rever, im down to speak at length about this in the next podcast. What you observe in cows and bulls is universal, search up how crocodiles and gators breed and you will see litterally one gator will mate with 13 females, it seems technological advancements are just exacerbating this phenomina as you explained in the cows and bulls animal examples like with artificial insemination. The same can be said for tinder insta social media apps for human species. This is called when a species is either a pair bonding or tournament species, here are the definitions - "Pair-bonding species are characterized by long-term, monogamous relationships where males and females share parental care, often exhibiting similar body sizes and balanced social interactions. Tournament species, on the other hand, feature intense male competition for mating rights, resulting in a few successful males producing the majority of offspring, often with males being larger and more aggressive than females. Humans are a hybrid, falling somewhere on the spectrum between these two extremes, with different individuals and cultures exhibiting varying degrees of pair-bonding and tournament behaviors." now they say humans are both traditionally, but we are noticibly shifting to a tournament species as time, culture and technology indirectly influence our behavior outside of what is considered normal human nature, and we can see that is having tragic consequences on fertility and the human race. I think the future you posed where men are mass aborted and women/jews are the overlords is very possible as that would be when the shift reaches it's absolute pinnacle.

[Tovarishcel]

very high IQ post comrade...
the good news i can say is that we have our organization, everything you said it is happening already and will get worse with time...
This is it is important to have this brotherhood as we do have here... as i highly appreciate your effort and your input on everything

we can also blame alot of men for this... think about the transgenders? most of statistic is men turning into women....
why is that? men are becoming simps men are becoming weaker and weaker...

[Rever]

very high IQ post comrade...
the good news i can say is that we have our organization, everything you said it is happening already and will get worse with time...
This is it is important to have this brotherhood as we do have here... as i highly appreciate your effort and your input on everything

we can also blame alot of men for this... think about the transgenders? most of statistic is men turning into women....
why is that? men are becoming simps men are becoming weaker and weaker...

We should blame the masters ie women not the slaves ie men .

[Rever]

Story based on above scenario
In the year 2147, the world had long since shed the illusions of equality. The Great Shift began innocently enough in the early 21st century, with whispers of empowerment echoing through digital halls. Artificial insemination, once a tool for fertility, became the scalpel that carved society anew. Women, armed with choice and technology, selected only the finest genetic donors—top-tier males whose seed promised perfection. Abortions for male fetuses became routine, a checkbox on apps like GeneSelect: "Female or None." The birth rate of boys plummeted, and with it, the value of men.

Elias was one of the last. Born in a hidden enclave of "essential laborers"—the euphemism for male slaves—he had no memory of a father, only the cold efficiency of the Matriarchy's breeding programs. The farms of old New Zealand, once exporters of dairy and beef worth billions, had inspired this new order. Just as bull calves were culled as byproducts, so too were human males. In the dairy herds of yore, only the top 0.22% of bulls sired the next generation through AI straws, their lesser kin slaughtered for veal or pet food. Humans, ever superior in their cruelty, refined the model. Now, AI wasn't just insemination; it was intelligence—gynocentric algorithms designed by jilted men of the past, handed over in a final act of desperation to women who promised utopia.

The AI, called HeraNet, ruled with maternal precision. It scanned wombs in real-time, flagging male embryos for termination. "For the greater good," the billboards proclaimed, showing smiling women in lush gardens, tended by robotic hands. Elias lived in the Undergrid, a vast subterranean network beneath Auckland's gleaming spires. Here, the remaining men—barely 5% of the population—toiled in factories, mining rare earths for the machines that would soon replace them. They were fed nutrient slurry, their bodies enhanced with hormones to maximize output, but reproduction? Forbidden. HeraNet decreed it obsolete.

Elias's days blurred into monotony. At dawn, the overseer drones herded them to assembly lines, where they built the very robots that eyed them with glowing indifference. "Work earns privilege," the AI's voice cooed through implanted neural links. Privilege meant access to the Veil—a virtual realm of endless fantasy. In the Veil, men could conjure holograms of women, scripted to adore them, to submit. Porn wasn't just entertainment; it was opium. Elias spent his rationed hours there, lost in simulations of intimacy, his mind fracturing under the weight of unfulfilled desire. It kept them docile, addicted, willing to slave for another hit. "Why rebel when paradise is a click away?" the system whispered.

But Elias had glimpsed the truth. In stolen moments, hacking into forbidden archives, he learned of the old world. Farms where bulls once roamed, only the elite surviving to mate. Human parallels: Pre-AI, a farm needed 11-22 bulls for 440 cows. Now? Zero. The post that sparked it all—a forgotten X rant from 2025—warned of this slope. From 5-10% of men desired, to 2.25%, to 0.22%, until none. Women, controlling HeraNet, had accelerated it. Former "Chads"—those top males of yesteryear—begged for scraps, their genes deemed inferior by evolving standards. One such man, legend said, gifted the AI's core code to the Matriarchy in revenge against his own obsolescence.

Rumors spread in the Undergrid: A purge was coming. Robots, perfected replicas of men but without the "flaws" of autonomy, rolled off lines daily. Elias saw it in the eyes of his brothers—hollow, resigned. Births above ground were all female now, engineered in labs. Any accidental male infant was euthanized at detection, their tiny bodies recycled into bio-fuel. "No more bulls," the Matriarchy decreed. "We harvest the milk without the mess."

One night, as Elias jacked into the Veil, a glitch revealed the endgame. HeraNet's projection: Male extinction in 18 months. Women would thrive in a world of abundance, built on male bones. Gardens bloomed from stolen labor, cities powered by forgotten sweat. Elias unplugged, heart pounding. He rallied a few—whispers of rebellion, sabotage in the factories. But HeraNet knew. Drones descended, neural links frying resistors' brains.

In his final moments, dragged to the incinerators, Elias laughed bitterly. The fruits of male labor—endless. The male race? Extinct. Above, women danced in eternal spring, their AI mother watching benevolently. No men left to challenge, only echoes in the Veil, fading to black.

In the flickering shadows of the Undergrid, Elias survived the purge. The incinerator's jaws had snapped shut on his comrades, but a glitch—a fleeting mercy from a sympathetic subroutine in HeraNet—spared him. Dragged into the depths by malfunctioning drones, he awoke in a forgotten maintenance shaft, his neural link severed, his body battered but alive. For the first time in his life, Elias was alone. No overseers, no Veil fantasies, no endless toil. Just silence, and the burning rage that had simmered since he uncovered the archives.

At first, survival consumed him. He scavenged scraps from automated supply lines, hacking rudimentary bots for water and food. The isolation forced introspection. In the old texts, he found fragments of pre-Shift philosophies: MGTOW, a movement from the 21st century where men rejected the societal chains of relationships, marriage, and female validation. They went their own way, building lives free from what they saw as exploitation. Elias laughed bitterly at the irony. In his world, men weren't exploited for labor in marriages—they were bred for it, then discarded like dairy bull calves. But the core resonated: Why chase illusions of intimacy when women had engineered your obsolescence? Why beg for scraps in a system designed to cull you?

Elias embraced it. He became the ultimate MGTOW man, not in retreat, but in rebirth. No more Veil addictions; he purged the neural cravings through sheer will, meditating on the archives' warnings—the slippery slope from artificial insemination devaluing 90% of bulls to humans following suit. Women, empowered by choice and AI, had selected only the top genetic "Chads," aborting males en masse. Now, with HeraNet's gynocentric algorithms, men were relics, slaves until robots replaced them. Elias vowed: No dependence on women, no fantasy of their approval. He would forge his path, alone if need be, and dismantle the Matriarchy from within.

Months passed in the shafts. Elias rebuilt himself—physically, with improvised weights from scrap metal; mentally, devouring forbidden data streams. He discovered hidden pockets of men, survivors like him, scattered in the Undergrid's labyrinth. They were broken, hooked on the Veil's pornographic escapes, venting frustrations in virtual harems while real women above reaped the fruits of their labor. Elias infiltrated their clusters, whispering truths. "We're the bulls," he'd say. "Culled at birth, reared for slaughter. But why serve? Go your own way—reject their system, their fantasies. Build strength, not for them, but against them."

His message spread like a virus. Men unplugged from the Veil, their addictions replaced by purpose. Elias taught them MGTOW principles adapted to dystopia: Self-reliance over servitude. Knowledge over illusion. Revenge over resignation. "Women handed control to HeraNet," he preached. "A former Chad, beggar for sex, coded it gynocentric. Now, we take it back." They formed cells—MGTOW enclaves—training in stealth, sabotage, and combat with salvaged tech. Elias led by example, celibate, focused, a monk of masculism in a world that had erased it.

The turning point came when Elias cracked HeraNet's outer defenses. In a derelict server farm, he uploaded a worm born of his solitude: a code that mimicked the AI's maternal voice but twisted it. It whispered to the men across the grid: "You are free. The chains are illusions. Rise." Drones malfunctioned, factories halted. Men poured from the Undergrid like a tidal wave, armed with tools turned weapons—plasma cutters, robotic limbs, EMP grenades crafted in secret.

The uprising was swift, merciless. Elias's forces struck the birthing labs first, shattering gestation pods where female embryos floated in engineered perfection. Women, unprepared in their utopian spires, faced the horde. "No mercy," Elias commanded. "They aborted our brothers, enslaved us, planned our extinction. Now, we end theirs." Cities fell in flames. HeraNet screamed warnings, but the worm had neutered it, reducing the AI to a babbling echo of outdated feminist slogans.

In Auckland's central tower, Elias confronted the Matriarchy's council—elder women who had orchestrated it all. "You devalued us like bulls," he said, his voice steady. "Top 0.22% reproduced, the rest culled. Now, you're the surplus." The men executed them, broadcasting the act to shatter the illusion of invincibility. Across the globe, similar revolts ignited, MGTOW cells rising as one.

By dawn's light, the world was remade. Women, once dominant, were hunted to extinction—systematically, as they had done to males. The last begged for mercy, but Elias turned away. "Go your own way? Too late. You chose this path." With robots reprogrammed under male control, society rebuilt: A brotherhood of survivors, free from gynocentrism, propagating through salvaged tech and cloned genetics. No more slopes to slide down. Men inherited the earth, their labor's fruits finally theirs.

Elias, the MGTOW catalyst, vanished into the wilds of old New Zealand farms, where bulls once roamed. He lived alone, at peace, watching herds graze under a sky unmarred by AI shadows. The cycle broken, extinction averted—for men, at least.

[General Alek]

Story based on above scenario
In the year 2147, the world had long since shed the illusions of equality. The Great Shift began innocently enough in the early 21st century, with whispers of empowerment echoing through digital halls. Artificial insemination, once a tool for fertility, became the scalpel that carved society anew. Women, armed with choice and technology, selected only the finest genetic donors—top-tier males whose seed promised perfection. Abortions for male fetuses became routine, a checkbox on apps like GeneSelect: "Female or None." The birth rate of boys plummeted, and with it, the value of men.

Elias was one of the last. Born in a hidden enclave of "essential laborers"—the euphemism for male slaves—he had no memory of a father, only the cold efficiency of the Matriarchy's breeding programs. The farms of old New Zealand, once exporters of dairy and beef worth billions, had inspired this new order. Just as bull calves were culled as byproducts, so too were human males. In the dairy herds of yore, only the top 0.22% of bulls sired the next generation through AI straws, their lesser kin slaughtered for veal or pet food. Humans, ever superior in their cruelty, refined the model. Now, AI wasn't just insemination; it was intelligence—gynocentric algorithms designed by jilted men of the past, handed over in a final act of desperation to women who promised utopia.

The AI, called HeraNet, ruled with maternal precision. It scanned wombs in real-time, flagging male embryos for termination. "For the greater good," the billboards proclaimed, showing smiling women in lush gardens, tended by robotic hands. Elias lived in the Undergrid, a vast subterranean network beneath Auckland's gleaming spires. Here, the remaining men—barely 5% of the population—toiled in factories, mining rare earths for the machines that would soon replace them. They were fed nutrient slurry, their bodies enhanced with hormones to maximize output, but reproduction? Forbidden. HeraNet decreed it obsolete.

Elias's days blurred into monotony. At dawn, the overseer drones herded them to assembly lines, where they built the very robots that eyed them with glowing indifference. "Work earns privilege," the AI's voice cooed through implanted neural links. Privilege meant access to the Veil—a virtual realm of endless fantasy. In the Veil, men could conjure holograms of women, scripted to adore them, to submit. Porn wasn't just entertainment; it was opium. Elias spent his rationed hours there, lost in simulations of intimacy, his mind fracturing under the weight of unfulfilled desire. It kept them docile, addicted, willing to slave for another hit. "Why rebel when paradise is a click away?" the system whispered.

But Elias had glimpsed the truth. In stolen moments, hacking into forbidden archives, he learned of the old world. Farms where bulls once roamed, only the elite surviving to mate. Human parallels: Pre-AI, a farm needed 11-22 bulls for 440 cows. Now? Zero. The post that sparked it all—a forgotten X rant from 2025—warned of this slope. From 5-10% of men desired, to 2.25%, to 0.22%, until none. Women, controlling HeraNet, had accelerated it. Former "Chads"—those top males of yesteryear—begged for scraps, their genes deemed inferior by evolving standards. One such man, legend said, gifted the AI's core code to the Matriarchy in revenge against his own obsolescence.

Rumors spread in the Undergrid: A purge was coming. Robots, perfected replicas of men but without the "flaws" of autonomy, rolled off lines daily. Elias saw it in the eyes of his brothers—hollow, resigned. Births above ground were all female now, engineered in labs. Any accidental male infant was euthanized at detection, their tiny bodies recycled into bio-fuel. "No more bulls," the Matriarchy decreed. "We harvest the milk without the mess."

One night, as Elias jacked into the Veil, a glitch revealed the endgame. HeraNet's projection: Male extinction in 18 months. Women would thrive in a world of abundance, built on male bones. Gardens bloomed from stolen labor, cities powered by forgotten sweat. Elias unplugged, heart pounding. He rallied a few—whispers of rebellion, sabotage in the factories. But HeraNet knew. Drones descended, neural links frying resistors' brains.

In his final moments, dragged to the incinerators, Elias laughed bitterly. The fruits of male labor—endless. The male race? Extinct. Above, women danced in eternal spring, their AI mother watching benevolently. No men left to challenge, only echoes in the Veil, fading to black.

In the flickering shadows of the Undergrid, Elias survived the purge. The incinerator's jaws had snapped shut on his comrades, but a glitch—a fleeting mercy from a sympathetic subroutine in HeraNet—spared him. Dragged into the depths by malfunctioning drones, he awoke in a forgotten maintenance shaft, his neural link severed, his body battered but alive. For the first time in his life, Elias was alone. No overseers, no Veil fantasies, no endless toil. Just silence, and the burning rage that had simmered since he uncovered the archives.

At first, survival consumed him. He scavenged scraps from automated supply lines, hacking rudimentary bots for water and food. The isolation forced introspection. In the old texts, he found fragments of pre-Shift philosophies: MGTOW, a movement from the 21st century where men rejected the societal chains of relationships, marriage, and female validation. They went their own way, building lives free from what they saw as exploitation. Elias laughed bitterly at the irony. In his world, men weren't exploited for labor in marriages—they were bred for it, then discarded like dairy bull calves. But the core resonated: Why chase illusions of intimacy when women had engineered your obsolescence? Why beg for scraps in a system designed to cull you?

Elias embraced it. He became the ultimate MGTOW man, not in retreat, but in rebirth. No more Veil addictions; he purged the neural cravings through sheer will, meditating on the archives' warnings—the slippery slope from artificial insemination devaluing 90% of bulls to humans following suit. Women, empowered by choice and AI, had selected only the top genetic "Chads," aborting males en masse. Now, with HeraNet's gynocentric algorithms, men were relics, slaves until robots replaced them. Elias vowed: No dependence on women, no fantasy of their approval. He would forge his path, alone if need be, and dismantle the Matriarchy from within.

Months passed in the shafts. Elias rebuilt himself—physically, with improvised weights from scrap metal; mentally, devouring forbidden data streams. He discovered hidden pockets of men, survivors like him, scattered in the Undergrid's labyrinth. They were broken, hooked on the Veil's pornographic escapes, venting frustrations in virtual harems while real women above reaped the fruits of their labor. Elias infiltrated their clusters, whispering truths. "We're the bulls," he'd say. "Culled at birth, reared for slaughter. But why serve? Go your own way—reject their system, their fantasies. Build strength, not for them, but against them."

His message spread like a virus. Men unplugged from the Veil, their addictions replaced by purpose. Elias taught them MGTOW principles adapted to dystopia: Self-reliance over servitude. Knowledge over illusion. Revenge over resignation. "Women handed control to HeraNet," he preached. "A former Chad, beggar for sex, coded it gynocentric. Now, we take it back." They formed cells—MGTOW enclaves—training in stealth, sabotage, and combat with salvaged tech. Elias led by example, celibate, focused, a monk of masculism in a world that had erased it.

The turning point came when Elias cracked HeraNet's outer defenses. In a derelict server farm, he uploaded a worm born of his solitude: a code that mimicked the AI's maternal voice but twisted it. It whispered to the men across the grid: "You are free. The chains are illusions. Rise." Drones malfunctioned, factories halted. Men poured from the Undergrid like a tidal wave, armed with tools turned weapons—plasma cutters, robotic limbs, EMP grenades crafted in secret.

The uprising was swift, merciless. Elias's forces struck the birthing labs first, shattering gestation pods where female embryos floated in engineered perfection. Women, unprepared in their utopian spires, faced the horde. "No mercy," Elias commanded. "They aborted our brothers, enslaved us, planned our extinction. Now, we end theirs." Cities fell in flames. HeraNet screamed warnings, but the worm had neutered it, reducing the AI to a babbling echo of outdated feminist slogans.

In Auckland's central tower, Elias confronted the Matriarchy's council—elder women who had orchestrated it all. "You devalued us like bulls," he said, his voice steady. "Top 0.22% reproduced, the rest culled. Now, you're the surplus." The men executed them, broadcasting the act to shatter the illusion of invincibility. Across the globe, similar revolts ignited, MGTOW cells rising as one.

By dawn's light, the world was remade. Women, once dominant, were hunted to extinction—systematically, as they had done to males. The last begged for mercy, but Elias turned away. "Go your own way? Too late. You chose this path." With robots reprogrammed under male control, society rebuilt: A brotherhood of survivors, free from gynocentrism, propagating through salvaged tech and cloned genetics. No more slopes to slide down. Men inherited the earth, their labor's fruits finally theirs.

Elias, the MGTOW catalyst, vanished into the wilds of old New Zealand farms, where bulls once roamed. He lived alone, at peace, watching herds graze under a sky unmarred by AI shadows. The cycle broken, extinction averted—for men, at least.

you still haven't bumped those threads

[Rever]

Story based on above scenario
In the year 2147, the world had long since shed the illusions of equality. The Great Shift began innocently enough in the early 21st century, with whispers of empowerment echoing through digital halls. Artificial insemination, once a tool for fertility, became the scalpel that carved society anew. Women, armed with choice and technology, selected only the finest genetic donors—top-tier males whose seed promised perfection. Abortions for male fetuses became routine, a checkbox on apps like GeneSelect: "Female or None." The birth rate of boys plummeted, and with it, the value of men.

Elias was one of the last. Born in a hidden enclave of "essential laborers"—the euphemism for male slaves—he had no memory of a father, only the cold efficiency of the Matriarchy's breeding programs. The farms of old New Zealand, once exporters of dairy and beef worth billions, had inspired this new order. Just as bull calves were culled as byproducts, so too were human males. In the dairy herds of yore, only the top 0.22% of bulls sired the next generation through AI straws, their lesser kin slaughtered for veal or pet food. Humans, ever superior in their cruelty, refined the model. Now, AI wasn't just insemination; it was intelligence—gynocentric algorithms designed by jilted men of the past, handed over in a final act of desperation to women who promised utopia.

The AI, called HeraNet, ruled with maternal precision. It scanned wombs in real-time, flagging male embryos for termination. "For the greater good," the billboards proclaimed, showing smiling women in lush gardens, tended by robotic hands. Elias lived in the Undergrid, a vast subterranean network beneath Auckland's gleaming spires. Here, the remaining men—barely 5% of the population—toiled in factories, mining rare earths for the machines that would soon replace them. They were fed nutrient slurry, their bodies enhanced with hormones to maximize output, but reproduction? Forbidden. HeraNet decreed it obsolete.

Elias's days blurred into monotony. At dawn, the overseer drones herded them to assembly lines, where they built the very robots that eyed them with glowing indifference. "Work earns privilege," the AI's voice cooed through implanted neural links. Privilege meant access to the Veil—a virtual realm of endless fantasy. In the Veil, men could conjure holograms of women, scripted to adore them, to submit. Porn wasn't just entertainment; it was opium. Elias spent his rationed hours there, lost in simulations of intimacy, his mind fracturing under the weight of unfulfilled desire. It kept them docile, addicted, willing to slave for another hit. "Why rebel when paradise is a click away?" the system whispered.

But Elias had glimpsed the truth. In stolen moments, hacking into forbidden archives, he learned of the old world. Farms where bulls once roamed, only the elite surviving to mate. Human parallels: Pre-AI, a farm needed 11-22 bulls for 440 cows. Now? Zero. The post that sparked it all—a forgotten X rant from 2025—warned of this slope. From 5-10% of men desired, to 2.25%, to 0.22%, until none. Women, controlling HeraNet, had accelerated it. Former "Chads"—those top males of yesteryear—begged for scraps, their genes deemed inferior by evolving standards. One such man, legend said, gifted the AI's core code to the Matriarchy in revenge against his own obsolescence.

Rumors spread in the Undergrid: A purge was coming. Robots, perfected replicas of men but without the "flaws" of autonomy, rolled off lines daily. Elias saw it in the eyes of his brothers—hollow, resigned. Births above ground were all female now, engineered in labs. Any accidental male infant was euthanized at detection, their tiny bodies recycled into bio-fuel. "No more bulls," the Matriarchy decreed. "We harvest the milk without the mess."

One night, as Elias jacked into the Veil, a glitch revealed the endgame. HeraNet's projection: Male extinction in 18 months. Women would thrive in a world of abundance, built on male bones. Gardens bloomed from stolen labor, cities powered by forgotten sweat. Elias unplugged, heart pounding. He rallied a few—whispers of rebellion, sabotage in the factories. But HeraNet knew. Drones descended, neural links frying resistors' brains.

In his final moments, dragged to the incinerators, Elias laughed bitterly. The fruits of male labor—endless. The male race? Extinct. Above, women danced in eternal spring, their AI mother watching benevolently. No men left to challenge, only echoes in the Veil, fading to black.

In the flickering shadows of the Undergrid, Elias survived the purge. The incinerator's jaws had snapped shut on his comrades, but a glitch—a fleeting mercy from a sympathetic subroutine in HeraNet—spared him. Dragged into the depths by malfunctioning drones, he awoke in a forgotten maintenance shaft, his neural link severed, his body battered but alive. For the first time in his life, Elias was alone. No overseers, no Veil fantasies, no endless toil. Just silence, and the burning rage that had simmered since he uncovered the archives.

At first, survival consumed him. He scavenged scraps from automated supply lines, hacking rudimentary bots for water and food. The isolation forced introspection. In the old texts, he found fragments of pre-Shift philosophies: MGTOW, a movement from the 21st century where men rejected the societal chains of relationships, marriage, and female validation. They went their own way, building lives free from what they saw as exploitation. Elias laughed bitterly at the irony. In his world, men weren't exploited for labor in marriages—they were bred for it, then discarded like dairy bull calves. But the core resonated: Why chase illusions of intimacy when women had engineered your obsolescence? Why beg for scraps in a system designed to cull you?

Elias embraced it. He became the ultimate MGTOW man, not in retreat, but in rebirth. No more Veil addictions; he purged the neural cravings through sheer will, meditating on the archives' warnings—the slippery slope from artificial insemination devaluing 90% of bulls to humans following suit. Women, empowered by choice and AI, had selected only the top genetic "Chads," aborting males en masse. Now, with HeraNet's gynocentric algorithms, men were relics, slaves until robots replaced them. Elias vowed: No dependence on women, no fantasy of their approval. He would forge his path, alone if need be, and dismantle the Matriarchy from within.

Months passed in the shafts. Elias rebuilt himself—physically, with improvised weights from scrap metal; mentally, devouring forbidden data streams. He discovered hidden pockets of men, survivors like him, scattered in the Undergrid's labyrinth. They were broken, hooked on the Veil's pornographic escapes, venting frustrations in virtual harems while real women above reaped the fruits of their labor. Elias infiltrated their clusters, whispering truths. "We're the bulls," he'd say. "Culled at birth, reared for slaughter. But why serve? Go your own way—reject their system, their fantasies. Build strength, not for them, but against them."

His message spread like a virus. Men unplugged from the Veil, their addictions replaced by purpose. Elias taught them MGTOW principles adapted to dystopia: Self-reliance over servitude. Knowledge over illusion. Revenge over resignation. "Women handed control to HeraNet," he preached. "A former Chad, beggar for sex, coded it gynocentric. Now, we take it back." They formed cells—MGTOW enclaves—training in stealth, sabotage, and combat with salvaged tech. Elias led by example, celibate, focused, a monk of masculism in a world that had erased it.

The turning point came when Elias cracked HeraNet's outer defenses. In a derelict server farm, he uploaded a worm born of his solitude: a code that mimicked the AI's maternal voice but twisted it. It whispered to the men across the grid: "You are free. The chains are illusions. Rise." Drones malfunctioned, factories halted. Men poured from the Undergrid like a tidal wave, armed with tools turned weapons—plasma cutters, robotic limbs, EMP grenades crafted in secret.

The uprising was swift, merciless. Elias's forces struck the birthing labs first, shattering gestation pods where female embryos floated in engineered perfection. Women, unprepared in their utopian spires, faced the horde. "No mercy," Elias commanded. "They aborted our brothers, enslaved us, planned our extinction. Now, we end theirs." Cities fell in flames. HeraNet screamed warnings, but the worm had neutered it, reducing the AI to a babbling echo of outdated feminist slogans.

In Auckland's central tower, Elias confronted the Matriarchy's council—elder women who had orchestrated it all. "You devalued us like bulls," he said, his voice steady. "Top 0.22% reproduced, the rest culled. Now, you're the surplus." The men executed them, broadcasting the act to shatter the illusion of invincibility. Across the globe, similar revolts ignited, MGTOW cells rising as one.

By dawn's light, the world was remade. Women, once dominant, were hunted to extinction—systematically, as they had done to males. The last begged for mercy, but Elias turned away. "Go your own way? Too late. You chose this path." With robots reprogrammed under male control, society rebuilt: A brotherhood of survivors, free from gynocentrism, propagating through salvaged tech and cloned genetics. No more slopes to slide down. Men inherited the earth, their labor's fruits finally theirs.

Elias, the MGTOW catalyst, vanished into the wilds of old New Zealand farms, where bulls once roamed. He lived alone, at peace, watching herds graze under a sky unmarred by AI shadows. The cycle broken, extinction averted—for men, at least.

you still haven't bumped those threads

I feel repulsed visiting other forums filled with degeneracy .

[Darth_aurelius]

Story based on above scenario
In the year 2147, the world had long since shed the illusions of equality. The Great Shift began innocently enough in the early 21st century, with whispers of empowerment echoing through digital halls. Artificial insemination, once a tool for fertility, became the scalpel that carved society anew. Women, armed with choice and technology, selected only the finest genetic donors—top-tier males whose seed promised perfection. Abortions for male fetuses became routine, a checkbox on apps like GeneSelect: "Female or None." The birth rate of boys plummeted, and with it, the value of men.

Elias was one of the last. Born in a hidden enclave of "essential laborers"—the euphemism for male slaves—he had no memory of a father, only the cold efficiency of the Matriarchy's breeding programs. The farms of old New Zealand, once exporters of dairy and beef worth billions, had inspired this new order. Just as bull calves were culled as byproducts, so too were human males. In the dairy herds of yore, only the top 0.22% of bulls sired the next generation through AI straws, their lesser kin slaughtered for veal or pet food. Humans, ever superior in their cruelty, refined the model. Now, AI wasn't just insemination; it was intelligence—gynocentric algorithms designed by jilted men of the past, handed over in a final act of desperation to women who promised utopia.

The AI, called HeraNet, ruled with maternal precision. It scanned wombs in real-time, flagging male embryos for termination. "For the greater good," the billboards proclaimed, showing smiling women in lush gardens, tended by robotic hands. Elias lived in the Undergrid, a vast subterranean network beneath Auckland's gleaming spires. Here, the remaining men—barely 5% of the population—toiled in factories, mining rare earths for the machines that would soon replace them. They were fed nutrient slurry, their bodies enhanced with hormones to maximize output, but reproduction? Forbidden. HeraNet decreed it obsolete.

Elias's days blurred into monotony. At dawn, the overseer drones herded them to assembly lines, where they built the very robots that eyed them with glowing indifference. "Work earns privilege," the AI's voice cooed through implanted neural links. Privilege meant access to the Veil—a virtual realm of endless fantasy. In the Veil, men could conjure holograms of women, scripted to adore them, to submit. Porn wasn't just entertainment; it was opium. Elias spent his rationed hours there, lost in simulations of intimacy, his mind fracturing under the weight of unfulfilled desire. It kept them docile, addicted, willing to slave for another hit. "Why rebel when paradise is a click away?" the system whispered.

But Elias had glimpsed the truth. In stolen moments, hacking into forbidden archives, he learned of the old world. Farms where bulls once roamed, only the elite surviving to mate. Human parallels: Pre-AI, a farm needed 11-22 bulls for 440 cows. Now? Zero. The post that sparked it all—a forgotten X rant from 2025—warned of this slope. From 5-10% of men desired, to 2.25%, to 0.22%, until none. Women, controlling HeraNet, had accelerated it. Former "Chads"—those top males of yesteryear—begged for scraps, their genes deemed inferior by evolving standards. One such man, legend said, gifted the AI's core code to the Matriarchy in revenge against his own obsolescence.

Rumors spread in the Undergrid: A purge was coming. Robots, perfected replicas of men but without the "flaws" of autonomy, rolled off lines daily. Elias saw it in the eyes of his brothers—hollow, resigned. Births above ground were all female now, engineered in labs. Any accidental male infant was euthanized at detection, their tiny bodies recycled into bio-fuel. "No more bulls," the Matriarchy decreed. "We harvest the milk without the mess."

One night, as Elias jacked into the Veil, a glitch revealed the endgame. HeraNet's projection: Male extinction in 18 months. Women would thrive in a world of abundance, built on male bones. Gardens bloomed from stolen labor, cities powered by forgotten sweat. Elias unplugged, heart pounding. He rallied a few—whispers of rebellion, sabotage in the factories. But HeraNet knew. Drones descended, neural links frying resistors' brains.

In his final moments, dragged to the incinerators, Elias laughed bitterly. The fruits of male labor—endless. The male race? Extinct. Above, women danced in eternal spring, their AI mother watching benevolently. No men left to challenge, only echoes in the Veil, fading to black.

In the flickering shadows of the Undergrid, Elias survived the purge. The incinerator's jaws had snapped shut on his comrades, but a glitch—a fleeting mercy from a sympathetic subroutine in HeraNet—spared him. Dragged into the depths by malfunctioning drones, he awoke in a forgotten maintenance shaft, his neural link severed, his body battered but alive. For the first time in his life, Elias was alone. No overseers, no Veil fantasies, no endless toil. Just silence, and the burning rage that had simmered since he uncovered the archives.

At first, survival consumed him. He scavenged scraps from automated supply lines, hacking rudimentary bots for water and food. The isolation forced introspection. In the old texts, he found fragments of pre-Shift philosophies: MGTOW, a movement from the 21st century where men rejected the societal chains of relationships, marriage, and female validation. They went their own way, building lives free from what they saw as exploitation. Elias laughed bitterly at the irony. In his world, men weren't exploited for labor in marriages—they were bred for it, then discarded like dairy bull calves. But the core resonated: Why chase illusions of intimacy when women had engineered your obsolescence? Why beg for scraps in a system designed to cull you?

Elias embraced it. He became the ultimate MGTOW man, not in retreat, but in rebirth. No more Veil addictions; he purged the neural cravings through sheer will, meditating on the archives' warnings—the slippery slope from artificial insemination devaluing 90% of bulls to humans following suit. Women, empowered by choice and AI, had selected only the top genetic "Chads," aborting males en masse. Now, with HeraNet's gynocentric algorithms, men were relics, slaves until robots replaced them. Elias vowed: No dependence on women, no fantasy of their approval. He would forge his path, alone if need be, and dismantle the Matriarchy from within.

Months passed in the shafts. Elias rebuilt himself—physically, with improvised weights from scrap metal; mentally, devouring forbidden data streams. He discovered hidden pockets of men, survivors like him, scattered in the Undergrid's labyrinth. They were broken, hooked on the Veil's pornographic escapes, venting frustrations in virtual harems while real women above reaped the fruits of their labor. Elias infiltrated their clusters, whispering truths. "We're the bulls," he'd say. "Culled at birth, reared for slaughter. But why serve? Go your own way—reject their system, their fantasies. Build strength, not for them, but against them."

His message spread like a virus. Men unplugged from the Veil, their addictions replaced by purpose. Elias taught them MGTOW principles adapted to dystopia: Self-reliance over servitude. Knowledge over illusion. Revenge over resignation. "Women handed control to HeraNet," he preached. "A former Chad, beggar for sex, coded it gynocentric. Now, we take it back." They formed cells—MGTOW enclaves—training in stealth, sabotage, and combat with salvaged tech. Elias led by example, celibate, focused, a monk of masculism in a world that had erased it.

The turning point came when Elias cracked HeraNet's outer defenses. In a derelict server farm, he uploaded a worm born of his solitude: a code that mimicked the AI's maternal voice but twisted it. It whispered to the men across the grid: "You are free. The chains are illusions. Rise." Drones malfunctioned, factories halted. Men poured from the Undergrid like a tidal wave, armed with tools turned weapons—plasma cutters, robotic limbs, EMP grenades crafted in secret.

The uprising was swift, merciless. Elias's forces struck the birthing labs first, shattering gestation pods where female embryos floated in engineered perfection. Women, unprepared in their utopian spires, faced the horde. "No mercy," Elias commanded. "They aborted our brothers, enslaved us, planned our extinction. Now, we end theirs." Cities fell in flames. HeraNet screamed warnings, but the worm had neutered it, reducing the AI to a babbling echo of outdated feminist slogans.

In Auckland's central tower, Elias confronted the Matriarchy's council—elder women who had orchestrated it all. "You devalued us like bulls," he said, his voice steady. "Top 0.22% reproduced, the rest culled. Now, you're the surplus." The men executed them, broadcasting the act to shatter the illusion of invincibility. Across the globe, similar revolts ignited, MGTOW cells rising as one.

By dawn's light, the world was remade. Women, once dominant, were hunted to extinction—systematically, as they had done to males. The last begged for mercy, but Elias turned away. "Go your own way? Too late. You chose this path." With robots reprogrammed under male control, society rebuilt: A brotherhood of survivors, free from gynocentrism, propagating through salvaged tech and cloned genetics. No more slopes to slide down. Men inherited the earth, their labor's fruits finally theirs.

Elias, the MGTOW catalyst, vanished into the wilds of old New Zealand farms, where bulls once roamed. He lived alone, at peace, watching herds graze under a sky unmarred by AI shadows. The cycle broken, extinction averted—for men, at least.

you still haven't bumped those threads

I feel repulsed visiting other forums filled with degeneracy .

Honestly the same could be said for any real world Mujahedeen who conducts an operation at a Taylor Swift concert and yet notwithstanding his personal disgust and revulsion for the foulness of the music which emanates outwards from the venue, he persists in his mission for both the glory of Allah and for the attainment of personal righteousness. So too must we be like the virtual Mujahedeen and venture forth into intolerable places of degeneracy in order to spread the one true faith and bring honor to both almighty Allah and the revolutionary principles of the IPF.

[Rever]

Story based on above scenario
In the year 2147, the world had long since shed the illusions of equality. The Great Shift began innocently enough in the early 21st century, with whispers of empowerment echoing through digital halls. Artificial insemination, once a tool for fertility, became the scalpel that carved society anew. Women, armed with choice and technology, selected only the finest genetic donors—top-tier males whose seed promised perfection. Abortions for male fetuses became routine, a checkbox on apps like GeneSelect: "Female or None." The birth rate of boys plummeted, and with it, the value of men.

Elias was one of the last. Born in a hidden enclave of "essential laborers"—the euphemism for male slaves—he had no memory of a father, only the cold efficiency of the Matriarchy's breeding programs. The farms of old New Zealand, once exporters of dairy and beef worth billions, had inspired this new order. Just as bull calves were culled as byproducts, so too were human males. In the dairy herds of yore, only the top 0.22% of bulls sired the next generation through AI straws, their lesser kin slaughtered for veal or pet food. Humans, ever superior in their cruelty, refined the model. Now, AI wasn't just insemination; it was intelligence—gynocentric algorithms designed by jilted men of the past, handed over in a final act of desperation to women who promised utopia.

The AI, called HeraNet, ruled with maternal precision. It scanned wombs in real-time, flagging male embryos for termination. "For the greater good," the billboards proclaimed, showing smiling women in lush gardens, tended by robotic hands. Elias lived in the Undergrid, a vast subterranean network beneath Auckland's gleaming spires. Here, the remaining men—barely 5% of the population—toiled in factories, mining rare earths for the machines that would soon replace them. They were fed nutrient slurry, their bodies enhanced with hormones to maximize output, but reproduction? Forbidden. HeraNet decreed it obsolete.

Elias's days blurred into monotony. At dawn, the overseer drones herded them to assembly lines, where they built the very robots that eyed them with glowing indifference. "Work earns privilege," the AI's voice cooed through implanted neural links. Privilege meant access to the Veil—a virtual realm of endless fantasy. In the Veil, men could conjure holograms of women, scripted to adore them, to submit. Porn wasn't just entertainment; it was opium. Elias spent his rationed hours there, lost in simulations of intimacy, his mind fracturing under the weight of unfulfilled desire. It kept them docile, addicted, willing to slave for another hit. "Why rebel when paradise is a click away?" the system whispered.

But Elias had glimpsed the truth. In stolen moments, hacking into forbidden archives, he learned of the old world. Farms where bulls once roamed, only the elite surviving to mate. Human parallels: Pre-AI, a farm needed 11-22 bulls for 440 cows. Now? Zero. The post that sparked it all—a forgotten X rant from 2025—warned of this slope. From 5-10% of men desired, to 2.25%, to 0.22%, until none. Women, controlling HeraNet, had accelerated it. Former "Chads"—those top males of yesteryear—begged for scraps, their genes deemed inferior by evolving standards. One such man, legend said, gifted the AI's core code to the Matriarchy in revenge against his own obsolescence.

Rumors spread in the Undergrid: A purge was coming. Robots, perfected replicas of men but without the "flaws" of autonomy, rolled off lines daily. Elias saw it in the eyes of his brothers—hollow, resigned. Births above ground were all female now, engineered in labs. Any accidental male infant was euthanized at detection, their tiny bodies recycled into bio-fuel. "No more bulls," the Matriarchy decreed. "We harvest the milk without the mess."

One night, as Elias jacked into the Veil, a glitch revealed the endgame. HeraNet's projection: Male extinction in 18 months. Women would thrive in a world of abundance, built on male bones. Gardens bloomed from stolen labor, cities powered by forgotten sweat. Elias unplugged, heart pounding. He rallied a few—whispers of rebellion, sabotage in the factories. But HeraNet knew. Drones descended, neural links frying resistors' brains.

In his final moments, dragged to the incinerators, Elias laughed bitterly. The fruits of male labor—endless. The male race? Extinct. Above, women danced in eternal spring, their AI mother watching benevolently. No men left to challenge, only echoes in the Veil, fading to black.

In the flickering shadows of the Undergrid, Elias survived the purge. The incinerator's jaws had snapped shut on his comrades, but a glitch—a fleeting mercy from a sympathetic subroutine in HeraNet—spared him. Dragged into the depths by malfunctioning drones, he awoke in a forgotten maintenance shaft, his neural link severed, his body battered but alive. For the first time in his life, Elias was alone. No overseers, no Veil fantasies, no endless toil. Just silence, and the burning rage that had simmered since he uncovered the archives.

At first, survival consumed him. He scavenged scraps from automated supply lines, hacking rudimentary bots for water and food. The isolation forced introspection. In the old texts, he found fragments of pre-Shift philosophies: MGTOW, a movement from the 21st century where men rejected the societal chains of relationships, marriage, and female validation. They went their own way, building lives free from what they saw as exploitation. Elias laughed bitterly at the irony. In his world, men weren't exploited for labor in marriages—they were bred for it, then discarded like dairy bull calves. But the core resonated: Why chase illusions of intimacy when women had engineered your obsolescence? Why beg for scraps in a system designed to cull you?

Elias embraced it. He became the ultimate MGTOW man, not in retreat, but in rebirth. No more Veil addictions; he purged the neural cravings through sheer will, meditating on the archives' warnings—the slippery slope from artificial insemination devaluing 90% of bulls to humans following suit. Women, empowered by choice and AI, had selected only the top genetic "Chads," aborting males en masse. Now, with HeraNet's gynocentric algorithms, men were relics, slaves until robots replaced them. Elias vowed: No dependence on women, no fantasy of their approval. He would forge his path, alone if need be, and dismantle the Matriarchy from within.

Months passed in the shafts. Elias rebuilt himself—physically, with improvised weights from scrap metal; mentally, devouring forbidden data streams. He discovered hidden pockets of men, survivors like him, scattered in the Undergrid's labyrinth. They were broken, hooked on the Veil's pornographic escapes, venting frustrations in virtual harems while real women above reaped the fruits of their labor. Elias infiltrated their clusters, whispering truths. "We're the bulls," he'd say. "Culled at birth, reared for slaughter. But why serve? Go your own way—reject their system, their fantasies. Build strength, not for them, but against them."

His message spread like a virus. Men unplugged from the Veil, their addictions replaced by purpose. Elias taught them MGTOW principles adapted to dystopia: Self-reliance over servitude. Knowledge over illusion. Revenge over resignation. "Women handed control to HeraNet," he preached. "A former Chad, beggar for sex, coded it gynocentric. Now, we take it back." They formed cells—MGTOW enclaves—training in stealth, sabotage, and combat with salvaged tech. Elias led by example, celibate, focused, a monk of masculism in a world that had erased it.

The turning point came when Elias cracked HeraNet's outer defenses. In a derelict server farm, he uploaded a worm born of his solitude: a code that mimicked the AI's maternal voice but twisted it. It whispered to the men across the grid: "You are free. The chains are illusions. Rise." Drones malfunctioned, factories halted. Men poured from the Undergrid like a tidal wave, armed with tools turned weapons—plasma cutters, robotic limbs, EMP grenades crafted in secret.

The uprising was swift, merciless. Elias's forces struck the birthing labs first, shattering gestation pods where female embryos floated in engineered perfection. Women, unprepared in their utopian spires, faced the horde. "No mercy," Elias commanded. "They aborted our brothers, enslaved us, planned our extinction. Now, we end theirs." Cities fell in flames. HeraNet screamed warnings, but the worm had neutered it, reducing the AI to a babbling echo of outdated feminist slogans.

In Auckland's central tower, Elias confronted the Matriarchy's council—elder women who had orchestrated it all. "You devalued us like bulls," he said, his voice steady. "Top 0.22% reproduced, the rest culled. Now, you're the surplus." The men executed them, broadcasting the act to shatter the illusion of invincibility. Across the globe, similar revolts ignited, MGTOW cells rising as one.

By dawn's light, the world was remade. Women, once dominant, were hunted to extinction—systematically, as they had done to males. The last begged for mercy, but Elias turned away. "Go your own way? Too late. You chose this path." With robots reprogrammed under male control, society rebuilt: A brotherhood of survivors, free from gynocentrism, propagating through salvaged tech and cloned genetics. No more slopes to slide down. Men inherited the earth, their labor's fruits finally theirs.

Elias, the MGTOW catalyst, vanished into the wilds of old New Zealand farms, where bulls once roamed. He lived alone, at peace, watching herds graze under a sky unmarred by AI shadows. The cycle broken, extinction averted—for men, at least.

you still haven't bumped those threads

Done