There is something almost comical about evil in how it defeats itself in the end. In the absolute determination to invert all that is good, those involved end up completely subsumed into a loveless agenda that has zero spiritual freedom. It's almost as if being evil is its own punishment, as you'll end up with exactly what you wanted, which is the furthest away from true happiness and contentment. By taking liberties, in every sense, the wicked end up the most enslaved. The actual slaves in their system of control have shackles of mind and body, but not of spirit; the technoserfs have genuine trust, care, and gratitude.
Astute. And agree. I was discussing this with someone yesterday. The evil ones seemingly dwell in something akin to an old clay sewer pipe that eventually cracks, crumbles, and caves in on itself completely. You can literally watch it happening. Yet there is an allure to that sewer pipe they can not resist. Can you imagine wanting to belong there?