The unknown future rolls toward us. I face it for the first time with a sense of hope, because if a machine, a Terminator, can learn the value of human life, maybe we can too.
Every human being has a basic instinct to help each other out. If a hiker gets lost in the mountains, people coordinate a search. If an earthquake levels the city, people all over the world send emergency supplies. This instinct is found in every culture without exception.
What is it that makes us human? It’s not something you can program. You can’t put it into a chip. It’s the strength of the human heart. The difference between us and machines.
They’re currently in alien terrain surrounded by millions of the most vicious creatures on the planet, humans.[about his creatures]
Humans are odd. They think order and chaos are somehow opposites and try to control what won’t be. But there is grace in their failings.
Witches live among us in secret. Their magic passed down from an ancient race. Diluted, half forgotten. But dangerously powerful. After centuries of conflict, a truce was forged. Witches would be allow to live and govern themselves if they follow 1 strict rule. That magic, never be used against humans. But the truce is a fragile thing.
We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
To those who can hear me, I say do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people and so long as men die, liberty will never perish.