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A new Zeus on high ruling the new species of man.
Ah, and your father.
And that giveth and not sure as fuck will taketh.
And then what?
And then what? Retiring to the suburbs? Mow the lawn every Saturday and watch football on Sunday? That's not you, Rex. You know, mow down lawns, you mow down lives.
And you've bought into that God damn lies. What a pity.
Anyone can be brought online or be taken offline.
But any man or machine can be broken.
But I guess it's time to retire you, mark, for us once and for all.
Did you download my mainframe into your cortex?
Do you know they've been negotiating for peace with the Reds?
Don't let me down, son.
Ever since the new can of Canada and the invasion of Australia, the world's been floundering, something fierce.
How much does Washington know?
I am your God.
I gave you my memories, my experiences, my childhood.
I made you.
I programmed you.
I'm a God now.
I'm giving you a shot at the brass ring, boy.
Laugh
Like them Washington politicians.
Not just man, not just machine, but a fusion of both.
Now that right there, here's the definition of insanity.
Of course.
Out there when all them monsters come and call it.
Retired to the suburbs, move the lawn every Saturday and watch football on Sunday.
Thank you, darling.
That's not you, Rex.
They programmed you right then you got it in you to survive.
They say you boys after me.
Time to die.
We've lost our way, gentlemen, and now the government, our government talks reconciliation. With the red menace.
Welcome home, killer.
What a waste.
What are your orders regarding me and Omega force, huh?
Who? Yeah.
Y'all done good.
You ain't nothing but a bundles of wires and programs.
You ain't nothing but a bundles of wires and programs. There was nothing left of Rex, Power Colt when they found you. Just DNA without a soul.
You could have been one of my cyber priests, serving with free will at my right hand.
You know, mow down lawns, you mow down lives.
You pathetic son of a bitch.
You've grown all soul.
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