One of our customers passed a memo back recently, to let us know that parts we made had been used in the destruction of certain “high value targets.” Well done everyone.
I was supposed to feel a surge of pride, a moment of gratitude for the brave men using my devices, or a boost of patriotic fervor to produce more and better units. By supporting a corporate extension of the state, I am surely supporting our very way of life, am I not?
But no. In truth, the idea that my work leads to killing, even the killing of criminals, gives me no pleasure at all. What I felt was nausea.