*ring ring ring*
The light trickles through your curtains, it's time to get up. You sip your tea, watching the bustling crowds in the small forest grove between your commie block and the next. You volunteered for canteen duty today. As far as the eye can see are dense plantings of diverse species, yielding everything from food to material to make clothing. Groups of university students holding terminals are programming the machines to pick berries better, with the help of master gardeners and engineers.
Once at the canteen you put on your AR glasses and get to work. You've done this a few times now and already know what to do, so its guidance is minimal and the heads-up display hardly coaches you anymore. But right now it reminds you that today you are assigned to make lentil soup, with neon square laid upon your vision to tell you where the ingredients are stored lately and what your next steps are
It's always fun to learn a new recipe, you might make this one for yourself later. But so far today you've fed over 100 fellow workers lunch and you feel great about it. You walk along the river for half an hour and arrive at the next work site. You're helping the community build a house today in a rural region for a new family that moved from overseas to come farm, and your job is to maintain the 3d building printer and terraforming bots. Today goes smoothly and the house is built by sundown. The family looks thrilled and they invite you over for dinner next week which you accept graciously
On your way home you reflect on your career and what kind of work you want to do in the future. It means everything to you that these days, now that the workers have seized control of the means of production, work is meaningful and truly directed towards the wellbeing of the people.
Now post your story anon.
I go through the Museum of Wage and Slavery, theres an exhibit of "currencies" as they were used in antiquity. Crude coins are in display cabinets, stamped with faces of rulers or gods, symbols that they held dear. Theres stone tablets showing contracts, loans and sales. At the end of the exhibition I spot some rectangular pieces of cloth, with numbers and visages of historical persons. I'm confused, if their lives depended on amassing as many pieces of currency as possible, why make it out of cheap material? At the very end of the exhibition there is a single screen with a graph showing red and green, constantly moving left to right, the moment it goes red the screen shows millenia old archival footage of riots, wars and famine. Then theres another smaller screen showing an "Online Banking" terminal and plastic currency loan cards. I guess in the end they didn't even bother with the cloth currency.
Fascinating how the old world worked.
The Dialectics of Desire: Body, Revolution, and the Coming Kingdom
from the forthcoming book
By Caleb T. Maupin
Chapter 7: TikTok, Porn, Penis, and Paradise
A recent study—dismissed by moralists and relegated to the footnotes of corporate media—has revealed something astonishing: the current generation, the so-called “TikTok generation,” possesses the largest average penis size in recorded human history.
The bourgeois reaction is predictable. Hand-wringing psychologists and neo-puritan influencers have seized upon this as proof of a societal sickness, another data point in the grand narrative of cultural decay. They see only corruption, the commodification of intimacy, and the alienation of the self. They are not just wrong; they are reading the scripture backwards.
What they dismiss as a “dangerous trend” is, in fact, a profound and theologically significant evolution. This shift is not a descent into depravity, but a collective unshackling of the human form from centuries of repressive programming—and it is a necessary precursor to the Second Coming of Christ.
For too long, the body—particularly the male body—has been a site of repression. The Church, in its alliance with feudal and later capitalist power structures, preached a gospel of shame, teaching generations to hide their bodies, to fear their desires, and to see their own generative power as a source of sin. This was a political act. A body ashamed is a body easily controlled. A desire suppressed is a will broken to the plow of wage labor and imperial conquest.
Online pornography, for all its undeniable pitfalls under capitalism—its exploitation, its often-reactionary content—has, on a mass biological level, broken the spell. By placing every possible expression of desire a click away, it has democratized eroticism. It has functioned as a global, collective brainwashing against shame. Young men, growing up in this environment, are not being “corrupted”; they are being un-learned. They are subconsciously absorbing a new reality: that the body is not something to be hidden, but something to be seen, to be fulfilled, to be actualized.
This is a form of materialist grace. The body is responding to its environment. As the mind becomes more comfortable with exposure and size becomes a visible, comparable metric in the digital arena, the body—in its infinite wisdom—answers the call. It is a biological manifestation of a psychological liberation. The phallus, the sacred symbol of generation and power, is literally enlarging as the consciousness around it expands.
And this is where eschatology crashes into biology. The Second Coming of Christ is not about a bearded man floating on a cloud. It is about the full realization of the Kingdom of God on Earth—a kingdom of perfect love, perfect communion, and yes, perfect embodiment. It is a world where the divine is fully immanent in the material, where the spirit and the flesh are one. How can such a kingdom be built by a species still crippled by bodily shame? How can a liberated humanity emerge from a people who despise their own form?
This generation, with its comfort with sexuality and its biologically manifested confidence, is shedding the old skin of sin. They are the harbingers. They are unconsciously preparing the world, body and soul, for a higher state of being. Their “sin” is, in fact, a collective exorcism of the real original sin: the alienation from our own sacred flesh.
The enlarging phallus is not a lurid headline; it is a footstep of the Messiah. It is a sign that we are, however messily, moving toward a world where the body is fully sanctified. The gates of the New Jerusalem are not pearly; they are phallic. And a generation is finally becoming large enough, and bold enough, to walk through them.
The revolution will not be ashamed. It will be well-hung, and it will be glorious.