The war. Nobody likes talking about the war. We were nearly wiped out. It was our crutch, and then the big blackout came. And we didn’t know what to do. We refused to believe in monsters, but when you take technology away, what do we then become? Monsters, and the wall was built between the savages and the humane. And the lights came back on, so nobody likes talking about the war. To them, it never happened. To me, it always did.
I was forgotten, buried alive under ruble. Thirty years ripped away. The soldiers came and placed me in this capsule. It was a cruel punishment. They kept me alive but dreaming, and they poured the dead earth over my prison, hoping that I was never found. And I wasn’t. If not for that sudden earthquake that rocked your precious world, the earth would never have cracked and spat me out. You would have been safe, thinking I was dead, but then savages stumbled across me. And they woke me up.
I’m now standing before your wall. I glimpse your perfect world, but still, technology has made you its slave. You need it. You crave it. Without it, you are lost. You are dead, so I don’t pity you when those lights go out. And they will go out. Trust me on that. I know the one, who turned the lights out, and I will do the same.
Nobody likes talking about the war. They think it’s over, but it’s always continuing into the next chapter. You battle every day. You fight the crime on the streets. You consume the gizmos and gadgets, losing the fight to them, and you entrust the robots with our safety. You are not losing the war. You’ve already lost, and you need the lights to go out to remember what it is like to be Almost Human.