Dear unknown recipient(s),
I am writing this letter to you one week before my “retirement”. Gods know how long will have passed by the time you discover it. To start with, please allow me to apologize for the circumstances you must have found yourself in. No matter how enjoyable your time in the village was, to know that everything in your life was an elaborately constructed lie, and to see what atrocities have been committed here to your kin.
I would like to quickly defend those who once worked here. None of us had the courage that you now display, to openly fight against the established system and abandon all the comforts of familiarity. However, even the world’s smartest ruling authority was unable to lower the turnover rate of workers, although the incident rate became greatly reduced by removing any penalty for breaking working contracts here.
As per The Cognitia’s order and my approval, the entirety of this processing plant is now fully automated to prevent mental instability in workers. It will be the second fully automated sector of the kingdom, following The Mines down below. I am the last person to remain, and I suspect that I alone shall remain for hundreds of years more.
Lastly, since these will likely be my final words to anyone in this life, I would like to leave you with a blessing. May you experience all sorts of wonders and learning moments that the world beyond has to offer. May you encounter unexpected friends and find in them the strength to persevere. And may you escape from this stagnant, rotting paradise to truly be free.