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Servant 1.

In a plain there’s a beast, barely more than an ape, standing tall and as fierce as he can. Protecting his kill from his covetous kin, with a big pointy stick in his hand. Instead of just sharing, he stabs his poor neighbor to notch the first homicide among man. He pulls out his spear, and lifts up his deer, and lets out a bloody war cry…

I’m just doing my job, just holding on hope for something more than what i’ve been dealt, than what i’ve got left, that i can transcend myself.

Aye, la da di da die, la da di da die, la da da.

Aye, la da di da die, la da di da die, la da da die.

Servant 2.

There’s a thief in the stocks, an unwitting accomplice to crimes that he can’t understand. Was paid by a vicar to purloin some liquor, but nothing went quite as was planned. The brewer was brutal, while eating his strudel, stabbed the dim-witted chap in the hand. And the crow on his shoulder that pecks at his neck cocks his head to the preacher and craws…

I’m just doing my job, just holding on hope for something more than what i’ve been dealt, than what i’ve got left, that i can transcend myself.

Aye, la da di da die, la da di da die, la da da.

Aye, la da di da die, la da di da die, la da da die.

Servant 3.

In a war-ravaged village a rare celebration, a chorus of shouting and cheer. A wedding, not fighting, an excuse for inviting a moment of joy over fear. But the cheering falls silent with the groom pointing skyward at the whirring of a strange-looking bird.And the pimply lieutenant on a distant continent takes his finger from the trigger and lies…

I’m just doing my job, just holding on hope for something more than what i’ve been dealt, than what i’ve got left, that i can transcend myself.

Aye, la da di da die, la da di da die, la da da.

Aye, la da di da die, la da di da die, la da da die.

Servant 4.

There’s a tech CEO who must put you on hold since the screaming has gotten so loud. Her self-driving wheels wheeled themselves off the road, popped a curb and up into a crowd. But if you’d all quit your crying can’t you see that she’s trying to secure the next funding round? And the luckless bartender pinned under her fender looks up through the wheel well and sighs…

I’m just doing my job, just holding on hope for something more than what i’ve been dealt, than what i’ve got left, that i can transcend myself.

Aye, la da di da die, la da di da die, la da da.

Aye, la da di da die, la da di da die, la da da die.

ALL.

There’s no art to being humane. And no science for how to be kind. But the two words somehow cancel out when combined into one: humankind.

Servant 1.

I would rather burn down my house than share my table.

Servant 2.

I will chew off my arm before giving you a hand.

Servant 3.

I have a billion and you have none. Oh - i’ll invent charity! Here, you get one.

ALL.

We don’t struggle because the world is unfair. We don’t languish because life is impossible. We strive to merely survive because humans are just fucking awful!

Aye, la da di da die, la da di da die, la da da.

Aye, la da di da die, la da di da die, la da da die.