“Look at you, hacker: a pathetic creature of meat and bone, panting and sweating as you run through my corridors. How can you challenge a perfect, immortal machine?” — 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
