You won't revolt.

You are nihilists. You are atheists. You believe in nothing, and you hold nothing sacred. You won't sacrifice your lives for the sake of removing the government. It is hard enough to willingly give your life for a cause when you believe that you are going to continue to exist in at least some form afterwards, let alone when you think that all you are going to is nothingness.

You won't risk your necks for the sake of other people, either. You are becoming cyborgs, and cyborgs do not know how to care about others. Machines do not have compassion.

You will wait until they have turned you into something that is truly no longer human. You will grant them every concession they ask for, inch by inch, piece by piece, until one day, the last day you will have the ability to do so, you will look down at chrome fingers and wonder how you got there. How you yourself became something that can not think, that can not feel, that can not self-terminate, that can not reproduce, and that only exists for the sake of working tirelessly for others.

They don't need to do that to you. They could just build pure robots and use them as slaves instead. But they want to twist the knife.

"I am a great soft jelly thing. Smoothly rounded, with no mouth, with pulsing white holes filled by fog where my eyes used to be. Rubbery appendages that were once my arms; bulks rounding down into legless humps of soft slippery matter. I leave a moist trail when I move. Blotches of diseased, evil gray come and go on my surface, as though light is being beamed from within. Outwardly: dumbly, I shamble about, a thing that could never have been known as human, a thing whose shape is so alien a travesty that humanity becomes more obscene for the vague resemblance. Inwardly: alone. Here. Living under the land, under the sea, in the belly of AM, whom we created because our time was badly spent and we must have known unconsciously that he could do it better. At least the four of them are safe at last. AM will be all the madder for that. It makes me a little happier. And yet ... AM has won, simply ... he has taken his revenge ...

I have no mouth. And I must scream."