| My dearest Emily…
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| Tonight will mark the end of a life long dream of mine
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| The completion of a labor I began as a child, even before I knew the words for
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| it… before I knew the ways to accomplish such a task…
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| And even now my heart is heavy with dread. |
| I fear I’ve built a great and
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| powerful evil. |
| Or rather, together, Albert and I have built it…
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| I know that I am to blame. |
| I allowed Albert to persuade me to change the
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| designs. |
| I allowed this perversion of my course. |
| This new machine that we’ve
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| built is unlike any I ever imagined. |
| It looks… like a man. |
| A lifeless steel
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| man. |
| Albert convinced me that even with the new Geological Unmanned
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| Terraforming System we designed, the task of extracting the ore is still too
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| dangerous for a human. |
| He plans to completely replace human workers in the
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| mining sector…
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| The idea of displacing so many men… the annihilation of countless jobs in the
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| name of safety seems an unbalanced trade off. |
| What is worse, the latest
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| prototypes have been revised to carry small firearms…
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| Emily, I fear that I have put you and this entire city in danger.
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| I will speak to him tonight on the matter. |
| Perhaps I can persuade him to scrap
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| the whole project…
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| In the meantime, please be careful. |
| This world is getting darker all the time.
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| I weep at the thought of something terrible happening to you. |
| I could not bear
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| it…
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| All my love, Tom"
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| In a workshop in a building overlooking the city
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| Two great men argued over whether or not to turn the wheels… |