"And man said, "Let there be light."" "And he was blessed by light, heat, magnetism, gravity and all the energies of the universe." "The prolonged barrage engulfed Zero-One in the glow of a thousand suns." "But unlike their former masters with their delicate flesh the machines had little to fear of the bombs' radiation and heat." "Thus did Zero-One's troops advance outwards in every direction." "And one after another, mankind surrendered its territories." "So the leaders of men conceived of their most desperate strategy yet." "A final solution:" "The destruction of the sky." "Lt. Gaeda, please report to the Op Center." "All right, you maggots!" "At 0800, prepare to move out!" "George Company, prepare to move out." "Charlie Company, prepare to move out." "Our Father who art in heaven, we thank you for your..." "Put on your spiritual armor to stand against the wiles of the devil." "Hotel Bravo, this is Papa One." "Operation Dark Storm initiated." "Thus would man try to cut the machines off from the sun their main energy source." "May there be mercy on man and machine for their sins." "Go!" "Go!" "Kill them!" "Kill them all!" "Kill them all!" "Kill them all!" "Fire in the hole!" "Come on, get back out there." "Give us some more artillery." "...9 o'clock, near Mike Johnson's..." "Hold on, I'm coming to get you!" "Keep firing, keep firing!" "Help me!" "Help me!" "No!" "Help me!" "My God, help me!" "The machines, having long studied men's simple, protein-based bodies dispensed great misery upon the human race." "Victorious, the machines now turned to the vanquished." "Applying what they had learned about their enemy the machines turned to an alternate and readily available power supply:" "The bioelectric, thermal and kinetic energies of the human body." "A newly-fashioned symbiotic relationship between the two adversaries was born." "The machine drawing power from the human body an endlessly multiplying, infinitely renewable energy source." "This is the very essence of the Second Renaissance." "Bless all forms of intelligence." "Your flesh is a relic, a mere vessel." "Hand over your flesh, and a new world awaits you." "We demand it." "It's getting late, sweetie." "Come inside."