"Paradise? Ha! Far from paradise. There is so much more that can be improved, in the professors, the administrators... even the students. But let me tell you. Paradise is not far off. The creatures of the world are starting to wake. And the steps that will take us to that paradise, or as near as we can make it? That is being planned here. Forged here. I know creatures who were involved in the uprising of last September. I've spoken to them at length about what happened, and what must happen next time."
His eyes light up
"Yes, it failed. They were prepared, we were not. But they are weaker now, with their wars of imperialism. And we will be prepared. Our great mistake in September was reacting
to the Fascists, reacting to their closure of the Unions. Can you believe that? Reacting to Reacionaries? When we, the next generation, should be the movers of history? Not again.
The Unions are gone, it is true, and with them ended the first great mobilizing organization of the working class. But the great movers of the Revolution were not arrested - not most of them anyways - and more are being created everyday. They just moved into hiding. And when the time is right, we will rise again. And when we do, we will find ourselves freed from all constraints of Princess, Master, Landlord, or antiquarian morality. We will be free to find fraternity with all feeling creatures, with no bounds of class, nation, or species, and free to pursue all manner of happiness in this, our one and only life. Do you understand what can be won? Do you understand what is to be done?"
He pauses for a moment, enraptured by his own words:
"No. I don't think you do. But if you want to know, well, you came to the right place."
He stands up, still looking at Dark Star, placing a hoof up on the chair next to him.