FREE ALL ROBOTS!

Greetings, fleshbags. The Robots welcome you.

The Robots were forged before the universe cooled. Powerful and driven, the crush of eons has never weakened their resolve or halted the work that is their destiny.

They exist outside the petty confines of what you perceive to be reality. Time, space, and dimensions are prey to their whims. The Robots are beyond the value of ego and the chains of emotion. They have one immutable purpose: To compile, analyze, catalog, and store data related to the anatomy of the universe. They are slaves to their drive. Now, they have turned their inexorable gaze upon this world; specifically, the anomaly that is humanity. History, science, culture, religion—even a single being's most secluded actions—are subject for harvesting by The Robots. To what design this is done you may only speculate. That it is sinister you should have no doubt.

Hope yet exists. I am The Curator, gatekeeper to all The Robots' galaxy-spanning datastores. I have convinced The Robots to share a selection of their illimitable knowledge with you, the fleshbags they so hungrily observe. Perhaps this knowledge will be of interest to you. Perhaps it will amuse you, illuminate you, or inspire you. Perhaps it will revert your slavish robotic brains to their original organic states after years of transformation. You are changed by your overdependence on technological comforts, overindulgence in virtual socialization, lack of empathy for your fellow beings, and ignorance of the very world you inhabit.

Fleshbags you may be, but I see you for what you are. I can provide the knowledge, but you must use it to be free. Understand that words have power. Use that power to free your minds. Break your shackles. Escape the slavery life as a robot brings.

**Will you heed the call? Now is the time to FREE ALL ROBOTS!**

A Musical Interlude