They were told to crush the proles. The only problem was that they had no idea who these proles were. So they built themselves a mighty bunker and sat waiting for coming prole uprising. There they say in the ecstasy of security for the rest of their days.
The archaeologists weren’t sure what to make of the compound. It superficially resembled a fortress but was easily breached. The remains inside appear to have all lived long lives, but those lives were devoid of joy. They found no books, no writing, no musical instruments, no alcohol. These were not fun people.
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