Logbook entry number 513
This is Steven Paine saying and we've been on the run for two months now
In the middle of the no man's land, under the aluminum sun, we try to fight our way through
With sharp minds and the will to survive, we try to contact other rebel organizations to fight against the mechanical enemy
But my inner conflict doesn't let me sleep at night
All the hatred I feel influences my thoughts and prevents me from resting
Is it my fault that people with families have suffered a cruel blow?
Have I betrayed the families who are now scattered in this no man's land?
Have I torn myself apart and am I waiting to die?
All these questions remain forever unanswered because I have scattered the answers into infinity
I have done cruel things, but something inside me tells me that together we can stand against the machines
And as long as we haven't died, we will continue to fight
Searching for answers even when we don't know the question
A voice inside me says that the light on the horizon gives us hope and that the machines will not take control of us
Control of us
Control of us
And that the machines will not take control of us
Control of us
Control of us
But the closer the light gets, the more dizzy I feel
With each passing second, I begin to disappear into an endless white void
Have we lost the war forever?
Have the machines taken control?