There right in front of me was yet another middle-aged conflict ready to become so very exaggerated that there was no end in sight. Or was there?
The mechanical beings were coming this way, quicker and quicker, and it looked like they were ready to charge us. As if we were not ready but we were, those feeble mis-wired electrical minds.
Since birth we had been taught that they would be stopped and that it was up to us or else. The time had come and it was now or never.
This was the first and the last chance at the same time, as the mechanical beings approached and then we knew.
We knew and then it was all over.