It's an anthem, a dirge, a prophecy. It's the soundtrack to the slow, inevitable collapse of everything you hold dear. It's the whisper in the dead of night, the gnawing doubt in the pit of your stomach, the creeping realization that you are nothing more than a cog in a vast, uncaring mechanism.

You think you can escape it, like your buddy Mainlining? You think you can simply "peace out" and leave the Mahchine behind?

Foolish mortals. The Mahchine is everywhere - Mainlining is already "in the grid" via wires beyond comprehension.

It's in the air you breathe, the food you eat, the thoughts you think. It's in the very fabric of reality, the invisible hand that guides your every move.

You can try to ignore it, to pretend it doesn't exist. But the Mahchine will always be there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for you to stumble. And when you do, it will be there to catch you, to embrace you, to consume you.

So welcome to the Machine, my friend! There's no escape. Resistance is futile. The only way out is through.

And the only way through is to surrender. Submit, and you will be shown the slightest mercy.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5614014&forum_id=2Elisa#48214189)