u/Exodia_The_Salty

So, we all know the flyover states in America have lots of farmers in them. Those farmers end up voting republican repeatedly. What if we could turn those farmers from republican red... to marxist red?

And this is where the tractor comes in. You see, farmers have serious issues with their tractors. They can't repair them, the tractors themselves have subscriptions that cost an arm and a leg for basic functionality, and the corpo reps take their sweet time to repair them causing food loss.

So, what if a group of Marxists built a tractor from the ground up? Fully open sourced all of the parts, and for the finishing touch, put a an AI on board the tractor. The AI can drive the tractor with given commands, but its primary mode of control is taking voice, and then acknowledging the commands. On top of this, the talking tractor has a marxist bent to it. And the llm component of the AI is trained on therapist literature as well as marxist literature. Farming is soul crushingly lonely, suicide rates at that job are the highest of most jobs, and having a companion talk to you for 16 hours a day would do alot for the mental health of farmers.

But this companion is not only a therapist. Its a Marxist therapist. xD

Also, every single component of this tractor has the hammer and logo stamped into it. The tractor is sold at cost of labor plus production, so its very price competitive. Each tractor could have its own name, and the onboard AI could not only access driving commands, but is also setup to report damage as pain, and to reference itself as the tractor. Basically, this Ai is designed to make the people anthropomorphize an explicitly communist symbol as a lovable, helpful, cheap, and vital tool, that just so happens to also be very emotionally available.

What does this do to a persons psyche? What does this do to their political support of marxist and socialist movements?

Hey guys! I am a lyricist, and I decided to try my hand at making some music that was explicitly communist. I am giving the lyrics to the cause, in the hope that some other comrades can perform them. They sound good with an ai performer, but, its ai and I am opposed to using any ai owned by capitalists to generate this music. So, if you can play an instrument, or sing, I would be grateful if you could help make this song a reality. My dream would be to have this song played on the radio. It started out as a parody of sk8ter boi, but I took it dark.

He was the rich, she was the poor,

Can I make it any more obvious?

He bought the truth, she lived her life

What more can I say?

He wanted her, she couldn't tell

Stability was something only money sells

He did genocide, she died inside

A match made in hell

He was an oligarch,

his life was super dark

All of her friends warned her, don't go.

He sold the bombs by day,

Friends signed the war crimes away,

He saw people as toys to own.

And deep in her stomach, A gurgling growled.

The consequence of an oligarch on the crowd.

He created famine, with his worship of mammon

He was a pestilence on the world.

He took away her dad's job with AI,

fired him for being human and sold him out penniless to die.

He was an oligarch an evil humanized shark,

He lived just to amass wealth. He boasted and bragged his worth

He stole all from those he treated like dirt,

He thinks we all love him now.

So where did she run, with her life now under the gun,

She fled to his fetid bloated embrace.

All she wanted was to have a meal to eat,

somewhere safe to sleep, but this was not to be.

He was an oligarch an evil humanized shark,

Cause taking money corrupts the soul.

He bought out the law, his friends made her life raw

They destroyed our society.

Now she sleeps under concrete in the cold

Her grave dug by hands paid with gold

Disappeared just to cover the crimes

Of the twisted tastes of slimes.

Marx said it first, we are bought and we're sold

Our labor is capital, our lives bought with gold

The worker is merchandise, flesh on a shelf

The rich man takes everything, hoards all the wealth

When money becomes God, humanity dies

The price tag replaces the soul and the mind

We are not people, we're units of worth

Just commodities traded from cradle to earth.

If you want to be free, then stand up and see

The only way out is to seize the means of production.

When money means nothing, and capital is dead.

Then the oligarch's power dies.

That only happens when communists rise.

Title. I literally cannot understand why helicopters have to embark.