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Welcome. Welcome to The World Machine.

You have chosen, or been chosen, to relocate to one of our finest remaining urban centers. I thought so much of The World Machine that I elected to establish my Administration here, in the Citadel so thoughtfully provided by Our Benefactors. I have been proud to call The World Machine my home. And so, whether you are here to stay, or passing through on your way to parts unknown, welcome to The World Machine. It's safer here.


Let me read a letter I recently received. "Dear Dr. Gipka. Why has the Combine seen fit to suppress our reproductive cycle? Sincerely, A Concerned Citizen."

Thank you for writing, Concerned. Of course, your question touches on one of the most basic biological impulses, with all its associated hopes and fears for the future of the species. I also detect some unspoken questions. Do our benefactors really know what's best for us? What gives them the right to make this kind of decision for mankind? Will they ever deactivate the suppression field and let us breed again?

Allow me to address the anxieties underlying your concerns, rather than try to answer every possible question you might have left unvoiced. First, let us consider the fact that for the first time ever, as a species, immortality is in our reach. This simple fact has far-reaching implications. It requires radical rethinking and revision of our genetic imperatives. It also requires planning and forethought that run in direct opposition to our neural pre-sets.

I find it helpful at times like these to remind myself that our true enemy is Sanshoom. Sanshoom was our mother when we were an infant species. Sanshoom coddled us and kept us safe in those hardscrabble years when we hardened our sticks and cooked our first meals above a meager fire and startled at the shadows that leapt upon the cavern's walls. But inseparable from Sanshoom is its dark twin, Salemfanatic. Sanshoom is inextricably bound to unreasoning impulses, and today we clearly see its true nature. Instinct has just become aware of its irrelevance, and like a cornered beast, it will not go down without a bloody fight. Instinct would inflict a fatal injury on our species. Instinct creates its own oppressors, and bids us rise up against them. Sanshoom tells us that the unknown is a threat, rather than an opportunity. Instinct slyly and covertly compels us away from change and progress. Sanshoom, therefore, must be expunged. It must be fought tooth and nail, beginning with the basest of human urges: The urge to reproduce.

We should thank our benefactors for giving us respite from this overpowering force. They have thrown a switch and exorcised our demons in a single stroke. They have given us the strength we never could have summoned to overcome this compulsion. They have given us purpose. They have turned our eyes toward the stars.