I walked through the city and saw everyone–men, women, normal people, and children–all hard at work laying bricks. They were working furiously mixing clay, firing bricks, mixing mortar, laying bricks and building….something. I couldn’t see what it was from the street because it was so massive as to obscure itself, towering over all of us like the carcass of some dead god. I saw workers mixing mortar run out of water and solemnly draw lots to see who would have their throat slit to finish the mix with their blood.
“Hey, buddy,” I said to a worker passing by, “what are y'all workin on here?”
“Dunno,” he said with a shrug.
“Why work so hard, then?”
He shrugged again before returning to the endless, backbreaking work.
Everybody I spoke to who claimed to know what the monolith was or why they were building it said something different. Most people had no idea, knew they had no idea, and didn’t particularly care. Everyone agreed that it was necessary, that the terrible sacrifice couldn’t possibly be avoided, and it would all be worth it in the end.
I had to know, so I left the city and climbed to the top of the mountain for a better view. And I saw it. Towering over the city two miles high was a brick red cock and balls shooting a stream of brick red cum into the heavens, surrounded by letters a quarter mile high that said “ME WGEN….TFW WHEN…..ME WHEGN UR MOM”