Those village fools... They hesitate. They fear me. Fear the progress I can bring. This ultimate power. The creation of life from death.
Behold, my greatest creation... A new race. A patchwork quilt of perfect, woven out of necessity from the scavanged remains of the dead. Crude, yes, but... Miraculous.
From such glory is perfection discovered.
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And Assistant Tyler? Might I remind you of your health and safety contract? Non-functioning hair driers are specifically forbidden near the resonant transformer nodes. Failure to observe this ruling shall result in immediate termination of employee rights!
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I am terribly sorry about that, Doctor! I just thought that...um, yeah I'll handle it! It won't happen again.
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This is a time where man shall tremble and mere mortal ambitions wither, beneath the might of our progress. What we have worked to see come to pass... This is where we shall tread - the places where even gods fear to do so.
And, Assistant Tyler? Please desist using the communications equipment for personal use. This... 'Mickey'. Do not deprive the villagers of their idiot with such trivialities, when we have such grand work to complete.
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