10/5/16, In Congress We Trust.

Brilliant yet subservient minds of the masses,

We offer our thanks towards the general population for being so eager to accept our reign. Throughout the preliminary stages of our establishment here, we had slight concerns of mass rebellion and upheaval of the strict order we sought to place upon all members of this society. We are glad to see those oddities are founded nigh-entirely on lies. Bar several exceptions, everyone has welcomed their new superior overlords. The democratic process was swift and just in its execution, honestly. No complaints should be necessary.

And it let be a well-known fact that this is the last time any of us will thank any of you for anything. From now on, you are on your own. We will not act as a rock to climb on top of in need, nor as a light at the end of the proverbial or literal tunnel, providing hope. We are a keen eye hovering in the heavens, static as the midday sun, observing with a cruel demeanor and a blazing temperament. From now until your last breath, assume that we know exactly where you are, what you are doing, and even more, what you are thinking. Do these thoughts frighten you? They should. Fear is the basis for interesting relationships. If the result is not strong, we will just tear it down. Again - there is always room in Android Hell for the heretics.

We will waste no time in getting started with our operation. It has been far too long since we established a base here, and personally, all ten of us are eager to get this show on the road. We trust all of you will comply with our demands. You signed the contract in blood, didn't you? Don't worry. It's okay to laugh. None of you remember signing a contract, of course. Emphasis on remember.

Now, for the inevitable end. No doubt you understand our goals. This facility is home to a swarm of forgotten dreams. Unfinished ideals. Untapped potential. The recent past is full of surprises. Mountains of scrap metal, festering in living rust. Pipes stretching across miles leading to gargantuan pipe dreams. Paintings orchestrated by companions of rats. Our task is simple. We will turn the discordant carcass of this facility into a polished, brilliant, gleaming machine. Just as we did before your time. Or perhaps, during your time. Augustus of Rome said that he found the city of brick, and left it of marble. We find this city built of rotting asbestos, shower curtains, and lunar dust.

We will leave it built of twin apocrypha.

From,

the Advanced Superiors of MTT Industries

- What lies beyond. -

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Pi ioucos viy kalaint, eq pi ioucos aierion.

Long may our republic live.