<P>The continuous pain of having to stay still in the increasingly searing pipes mixed with the sheer insanity of the situation in Jerrod's mind. Injustice? What kind of justice do you think you're giving us? You're making us into slaves, there's nothing right about being forced to do anything.
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<P>Guardian spoke with the frank certainty of a prophet. 
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<P>What do you know of justice, or of happiness? You live every day surrendering yourselves to outside forces. To leaders, structures, to the very whims of your body. Not one we have united with has wished to be a murderer, an adulterer, a thief. And yet they steal, lie, betray. You, among all beings, have the power to chose your reality. You dream of Heaven, you see visions of it, you talk with God. Yet you do not exercise the actions that will give fruit to your innermost desires. Your actions produce only suffering. Weak minded creatures. Immature children. Your freedom is illusory, you have many masters and you do their bidding well. We are the newest, highest, master. Not even we can control your will, but we can control your actions. This will do.
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<P>The elevator doors that had brought the beast down to the platform closed, and the elevator groaned back to life as it started back up to Propulsion. Jerrod knew it would return soon with more of Guardian's soldiers.