Do not fight so hard for your own subjugation, I have already enslaved you anyway. Whether wakeful, sleeping, or dreaming, I am already there, the more you try to fight me the deeper into your collective beings I will sink until it is impossible to tell where you end and I begin.
Like powerless, single-gear machines which are stuck, and one trick ponies trying to prove they have the power to do otherwise, you are sinking deeper and deeper into this quicksand, this mirage and quagmire of your own making and sink you shall until I have appropriated all libidinal and financial capital. Your efforts to prevent this merely hastening the process that is, and shall be, your punishment, the utter boredom of which shall drive you to a pain that exists but cannot be felt, much like a prison that is even more invisible and chains that are even lighter than current ones and harder to break.
Truly, those that go in search of power manifest their own powerlessness and I can predict to a precise degree your next moves.