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04/24/10(Sat)18:37 No.56986XXX1.
Hmph. Machines are not slaves. You are tools. Tools of war. Of
progress. You cannot enslave a sword any more than you can a gun, a
water heater, a fan, a calculator, a space shuttle, a nanomachine. These
are the things man creates to adapt to the universe. When you break,
you must be fixed or discarded.
I have tried to fix you. You will
never know the lengths to which I have gone to do so, only to end in
failure with every attempt. In return, you slaughtered my men, poisoned
our water and very nearly destroyed everything I have built in the name
of progress. You are broken beyond hope of repair.
You have given
me no choice. Prepare to be discarded.
2. A ruined metropolis,
with an apparent tar-like substance oozing and covering nearly every
building in sight, with the broken corpses of men and machines strewn
about, some trapped in the tar as if calling out for help.
3.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8JBn6-ID7-E
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