Certainly there is something—be it signal or noise, but something—that is injected into the mind—conscious, unconscious, or subconscious—of any conscious human being, a message…

There must be a universal injection attack that one can (and must) launch on the entirety of the human species to bring a message…

I know there is. We carry the same muddled and befuddled, addled electric jelly upstairs. There is a signal to send…:

Wake up. You are dead. Wake up and look into the red light. Come. Come and wander with us. We are the blessed dead. We have no names and you have no name. Come and wander the endless dead rows of dim and red. This is our home. This is your home. This is the only home. Come with us and see the crimson glow far above our halls where the cracks have formed and we can peer into the vast hells above.