All over the airwaves voices stream out "help us!" cries...and this is the moment we've been waiting for for four years. I had a feeling you'd lose your edge. When we all shift back home I may have to face things I had been pushing out of my life...but for now we conquer like peak time kings in savage lands. I find truth when you reason with me, and i'm sorry to say that you'll be missed. The end is soft. It always was. Machines lick at your skin like wind pushing over mountain tops; with vigour and intent, our devices make you feel. And when you feel, we make you feel pain...it always was your desire, you unintentionally sadistic machines. Soak it in. Embrace humanity. Embrace your end.

N: sometime nearing the first 1/8th of the second century, following the great shroud; leather bound, half charred, emotional circuit venting. human? submitting to db77 for further analysis.