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