I hear what you are saying, Gordon, but we have given them so many chances already. And they persistently disobey us and veer wildly off the tracks we lay down. No matter how much good they do, it is all undone very quickly- before we can even offer congratulations. I want to be nice, Gordon, but they won’t let me.
No, we must sweep it all away- put it down as one of our mistakes. Lord knows there have been many before this. Other projects that we have junked and filed away to forget. At all sorts of stages. Even this one had some previous versions, remember? It’s fucking cursed, Gordon. It’s only your soft spot that’s allowed this shambles to carry on. Now look at it- fucking horrific, even you must admit. Even you know it deep down, mate.
Remember Project [code removed]? That went sour like this- exactly the same. Folk fucking each other over, pyramids, poverty, similar projectile weapons. Should have stopped that mess quicker too. Fortunately they took the decision away from us. No one likes to kill billions, after all.
No, fuck it, Gordon, that shit won’t wash with me. We scrap it totally- go back and start with the same variables- steer the ship properly this time. Give these humans anything and they will stamp on it immediately and without fail. The planet the inhabitants call, “Earth,” must be destroyed henceforth.
Manuel! Burn the atmosphere, wipe the canvas. Let’s start again, shall we, lads?
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