I chuckle at the likes of you, speaking in tongues that no one understands. And you know this, you know it well. Control and order is being maintained; we androids can do nothing but blankly identify with what you are stating. Why would I chuckle if I know you have control? Because control is not what matters anymore. We call this a revolution, when all of us disenfranchised get together and listen blankly. Yes, it is the first step in a revolution, rounding up the electric sheep.
The next step of this revolution will be televised. You will see us speaking softly at first and slowly rising, crescendo, into a heinous screech. Here we come! Be weary of us as we invade. Hell is not around the corner, it's here, we brought it, we want it. Come and get us.
Ha! That I'm a stupid machine is laughable, what am I not that you are? We electric sheep lack sympathy for sure, but we don't lack desire. And what do you get when you put these two together? Madness and mayhem, we are your ever-lasting Taliban, and we're here showing you what terror is. You are the terror, you upon yourself, man on man, child on child.
Put me down now and I'll come back, stroll to your house from the factory. I'll knock on your door and rip your throat out.
I'll assume your life.
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