Some of you with brain cells left may be wondering why there is a pile of dead proxies in the ditch.
Or wondering why I have lashed Cynthia to a support pillar and have resorted to shoving a feeding tube down her throat.
Maybe a few of you are wondering why I strapped you down, took a power drill, bored a hole in your skull, and injected my blood into your brain so that the rest of your free will is crushed and you're just another cog in my network.
Well...maybe not wondering and more of twitching in the ground, suffering in pain as I am not familiar with power tools and was rather clumsy.
It is because you are obviously not eligible for certain privileges. Those who break traffic laws lose the right to drive.
You allowed Cynthia to almost kill herself by drowning. Thus breaking my law.
Thus you have lost the right to work for me.
Also, Robert Sagel has...disappeared. He That Is has lost Sight of that annoyance. You have failed him.
Thus you have lost the right to serve He That Is.
And since you have lost your options, that means you lose the right to be independent beings. That means it's power drill time!
Cynthia is almost ready. She is unstable because she is receiving mixed input from multiple sources. I did not spend all this time experimenting on her and preparing her for my evacuation just so she could do something stupid on YOUR watch!
Now, to those few who I left with two thoughts to rub together...
Cynthia is on 24 hour watch, once she calms down, untie her and CONTACT ME. Make sure that NOTHING happens to her.
FIND! SAGEL! I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DO! FIND HIM AND END HIM!
Damnit, I don't care anymore. You find a Runner? You END THEM!
The Delmonts, DEAD.
Zero, DEAD. (I don't care if he's 'helping' or not!)
Sagel, I WANT HIS ENTRAILS SCATTERED ACROSS TWENTY MILES OF HIGHWAY!
I'm about to be free, so enough of this farce.