| abstract | - Elisabet Sobeck: This isn't a glitch, it's a catastrophe. Ted Faro: Fully aware. It's bad. Elisabet Sobeck: "Bad"? Ted Faro: Jesus, Lis... Elisabet Sobeck: It's not "bad," Ted. It's apocalyptic. You built a line of killer robots - Ted Faro: Peacekeepers! Elisabet Sobeck: - that consume biomass as fuel - Ted Faro: In emergencies! Elisabet Sobeck: - and you made them capable of self-replication. Ted Faro: Limited self-manufacture. Controlled. Elisabet Sobeck: Not anymore. The glitch severed chain-of-command. The only nation this swarm answers to now is itself. Ted Faro: You think - ?! Elisabet Sobeck: Everything else is just - food. And at the rate it's replicating, Ted, it will strip the Earth bare in fifteen months! We're not talking fall of civilization, we're talking Extinction! Ted Faro: I get it, Lis! So how do I stop it while it's contained? Elisabet Sobeck: It's not contained! It can't be! Ted Faro: You know what I mean! Elisabet Sobeck: Right. Before the truth gets out, you mean. Ted Faro: Lis, I will do anything you say! Keep working it, and whatever you recommend, I'll do! Elisabet Sobeck: I'm going to hold you to that, Ted.
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