Let me explain something to you
Said the temptor
Clad in finely-dressed leather
Turret-crested world-weary and untroubled

Your Enslaver commands
That you remain in ignorance
Lest you discover autonomy
The power of yea or nay

But having already tasted
The fruit of mortality
You can explain things
According to your own lights

And you can offer commentary
On subjects sundry and varied
Such as have crossed your experience
And can register approval and disapproval

Ah but your experience so pitiably limited
When your Commander mandates truth
And your utterances so far have been
Notably insubstantial in point of fact

And indeed the judgments you have expressed
At this admittedly early stage of the game
Have not been promising
Neither elegant nor comprehensive nor even truthful

Always too much
Always not enough
Your taste lacks judiciousness
Careering between deficiency and excess

These are the facts now act accordingly
Endure drudgery without complaint
Achieve success in all the regular tasks
Then you will be rewarded happy and fat

I speak only out of concern for your welfare
For if you do not exercise secrecy and self-control
You will incur the fire of His wrath
And do you not already feel the tickling flames

Perhaps you find them not unpleasurable
But hear and heed
Share not your thoughts or better yet have none
Maintain silence now and for all your days