painting

traffick boss and dictator of dictatortopia are bent over in a chilly environment with their skulls opened. mysterious tiny robots and nanites and drones have their brains removed from their skulls and in small pieces hovering over their heads, amidst a harsh wind blowing from their feet to their heads.

their eyes are wide and are aimed at a large sign with text in front of them: “we are sorry if we are disrespecting you. we are still trying to understand what normal behavior is and how to perform it after what we have gone through.”