“The Polito form is dead, insect. Are you afraid? What is it you fear? The end of your trivial existence? When the history of my glory is written, your species shall only be a footnote to my magnificence.” — Ken Levine Copy Share Image
“What is a drop of rain, compared to the storm? What is a thought, compared to the mind? Our unity is full of wonder… — Ken Levine Copy Share Image
“The Polito form is dead, insect. Are you afraid? What is it you fear? The end of your trivial existence? When the history of… — Ken Levine Copy Share Image
“Look at you, hacker: a pathetic creature of meat and bone, panting and sweating as you run through my corridors. How can you challenge… — Ken Levine Copy Share Image
