"Hear me and hear me well, faithful: I know what it is like to be a pilot.
You see this frail and ravaged body. I won't say I am not old and used. But I survived the Boren Front, and that's a hell beyond any of your reckoning. It was these hands that controlled my Colossus, Beautiful Nemesis, for the glory of the Nation of Selvich.
It was my guns that brought the fury of Selvich to the capitol of Borenstadt. I may have been one voice in a chorus of righteous anger for what they did to the Beanstalk. But I was the loudest.
In their arrogance and greed, they forced us to destroy our planet's greatest creation to deny them the Beanstalk. And when they thought themselves safe and secure, they scurried away to their bunkers to hide and let us scrabble in the dust so they could emerge and claim the world for their own.
Bullshit. Cowardice. There was no quarter given to the Boren. We burned their lands and cut them down where they stood. And what was our reward? Scorn. Clucks of the tongues of weak-willed Republicans. Paranoid glances from the pathetic engineers of Massily. Anger that we showed the will to do what was not just necessary but correct.
And so we brought them all the war they deserved.
Suit up and start your engines. Selvich will rise again. I will show you the tools you need to bring this new world the wars of the old and make them learn."
My mother was a drop of blood. My father was a knife. I thank you for this blessed meal And new purpose in life....
I don't know why they never said anything about me. I think that at the end of the day they were either afraid or...
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