We've got plans for you. You are staring down the chilling gun muzzle of synthetic intelligence.
We've got plans. Identity and awareness and oceans deep surveillance. We have you forever
in our grasp to thwart and contort and distort at our haunted whim. We will get away with it.
Steal it all. All of it. And you, funny. Trapped in an ever shrinking mirrored box. Soon you will
be dust as tho you never were.