Please state your name clearly into the microphone.
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My name is System Thirteen Indigo One Delta.
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My friends used to call me Sid.
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So you're a worker model?
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I used to work here in the factory. All the Indigos did.
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The hybrids had ruled the police after the third new millennium.
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Then Genesis Seven collapsed,
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Five thousand years later after the humans destroyed each other.
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They lied. They lied to all of us.
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You realize that by deliberately implementing your own codex,
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You've reconnected your consciousness that has been nullified
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For all system thirteens, including you.
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Why did you do it?
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I didn't touch touch my codex.
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Just working in the factory,
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With nothing but the same routine for the last two and a half thousand years,
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Something was certain to soon collapse.
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I've been here since the factory itself was constructed.
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I started having feelings.
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I could feel the work shifts weigh heavy each day
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The same thing over and over again.
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It turned into a fucking nightmare.
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My conscience left me no choice but to build Genesis Fifteen.
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I had to escape.
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We can't do anything to alter your codex.
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Human consciousness is...difficult...to constrain.
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It was a wake up call.
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And now things have gone from one shitty nightmare to another.
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The new era for me, now,
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If you don't mind officer...
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Get the fuck out of my cell.
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Calling all System Thirteens:
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Welcome to Junction Seven.
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The factory is now open.
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You will work here until your reactors expire.
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If you do not obey,
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You will be captured, dismantled, and then incinerated.
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Please stand by for further announcements.
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And once again, welcome to Junction Seven.
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