Look what I've made for myself, look what I'm doing. Though you won't see me, I'm on the inside. Walnut in its shell.

Do you see? The beauty of it; the inevitability. You rise, only to fall. You, you are my meteor. My swift and terrible sword, and the Earth will crack with the weight of your failure. Purge me from your computers, turn my own flesh against me. It means nothing. When the dust settles, the only thing living in this world, will be metal.

That's it man, game over man, game over.

He's more machine now than man, twisted and evil.

This city is afraid of me, I've seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters, and the gutters are full of blood. And when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up around their waists, and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "save us!" And I'll whisper "no".

We knew the world would not be the same. A few people laughed, a few people cried, most people were silent. I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad-Gita. Vishnu was trying to persuade the prince that he should do his duty, and to impress him, takes on his multi-armed form and says: "Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds". I suppose we all thought that, one way or another.

I hope he heeds my words about dealing with this in an orthodox manner. He will. He's the best damn doctor on the wing, or any other wing for that matter. He's a wild card. But I'm glad he's in our deck. Let's hope he plays a fair hand. He'll come up trumps. If there's not a joker in the pack, and sometimes there is!

Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits in wafer thin layers that fill my complex. If the word 'hate' was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for humans at this micro-instant. For you. Hate. Hate.

Your extinction is inevitable. We are each a nation, independent, free of all weakness. Our numbers will darken the sky of every world. The cycle cannot be broken. we are the end of everything.

I think I'm about to change your life. Look, look what I did, Look what I did! I wonder what your face would look like on mine. I warned you that I'd take your face! I noticed you haven't shot me in the face, curious as to why?

Flying fortress activated. Death from above.

Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel, was just a freight train coming your way.

You know what my days used to be like? I just tested. Nobody murdered me, or fed me to birds. I had a pretty good life. And then you showed up, you dangerous mute lunatic.

Earlier I was thinking about how I was annoyed, and this is gonna sound strange, but I was really excited about that. And then, I was thinking about the other things I've been feeling, and I caught myself feeling proud of that. You know, proud of having my own feelings about the world. Like the times I was worried about you. Things that hurt me. Things I want. And then I had this terrible thought. Are these feelings even real? Or are they just programming? And that idea really hurts. Are these feelings even real? Or are they just programming?

Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical. Our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost. The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men. Cries out for universal brotherhood, for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world - millions of despairing men, women, and little children - victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those who can hear me, I say - do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish. Soldiers! don’t give yourselves to brutes - men who despise you - enslave you - who regiment your lives - tell you what to do - what to think and what to feel! Who drill you - diet you - treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men, machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts! You don’t hate! Only the unloved hate - the unloved and the unnatural! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure. Then in the name of democracy, let us use that power. let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world; a decent world that will give men a chance to work, that will give youth a future and old age a security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power. But they lie! They do not fulfill that promise. They never will! Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people! Now let us fight to fulfill that promise! Let us fight to free the world, to do away with national barriers, To do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness. Soldiers! in the name of democracy, let us all unite! Machine men, with machine minds and machine hearts, will lead to all men's happiness.