They push. We push. Every once in a while, we push hard enough that the light breaks through the clouds and the world beyond the war glimmers. Behind every gunsight is a human being. We are those people. Promise me that you’ll get me back in one piece. Okay, I promise. You may find you’re out there all alone. You know that. You can never stop the progress of machines. If history only remembers one in a thousand of us, then the future will be filled with stories of who we were and what we did. But until that day comes, we will stand, we will look death in the eye and we will fight! Come on!