MODERN society is a mill
that grinds life very small.
The upper millstone of the
robot-classes,
the
lower millstone of the robot-masses,
and between them, the last living human
beings
being ground
exceeding small.
Turn away, O turn away, man of flesh!
Slip out, O slip out from
between the millstones
extract and extricate yourself
and hide in your own wild
Thebaid.
Then let
the millstones grind, for they cannot stop grinding,
so let them grind
without grist.
Let them grind on one another,
upper-class robot weight upon
lower-class robot weight
till they grow hot, and burst,
as even stone can explode.