It was the year 101,072, the capitalist had all but escaped to nearby worlds. All that was left where the poor few. Those who could not afford a seat on the shuttle but believed anyway. We made short work of them. So ironic, I counted more in burning piles than in shuttles. An ideology so oppressive to my people…and oppressive to their own.

May this be a blind eye to the Star elite. Tonight the entire planet of Terra rejoices, Gaia , Mother Earth we have rescued you from certain death.