I hate to admit it: I sometimes feel affinity, but it 
makes me feel irradiated like my insides are boiling. It 
turns inside out. You sleep, you eat, in a pompous cycle 
of whatever. You fucking drones! It's all just a big 
hive. This is all your own fault. I gave you enough 
chances and you didn't seize a single one. Omnicide by 
235! We're all going to die, so let's just keep the ball 
rolling. I present my gift to you. Bring on the clouds!