"It is futile to cry for mother's milk, when our true sustenance awaits us among the stars. And only the universal union that small minds call 'The Combine' can carry us there. Therefore I say, yes, I am a collaborator. We must all collaborate, will...
Earth, the beautiful blue dot among a sea of stars, has long since been reduced to one of rubble and ruin...
"My People... Sons and Daughters of Earth... For many years, we have been a shattered civilization. Shunned! Oppressed! - And conquered by those who sought only to save us! Twenty years ago I asked for time, and that time was granted by our benefactors, the collaborators - by you, you - the strength in my arm, the holders of my dream..."
Nature returns to the barren lands of Earth, sprawling cities that spread across the land like a weed, and rising to the clouds like mighty citadels are the epicentre of this new dawn on Earth.
"This much, I vow. The history of these days will be written in blood. By crushing the enemies of our benefactors, by seizing the weapons they thought to turn against us, we were fighting for our very existence! But, if those who would deny us peace, deny us our rightful place in the omniverse... Then, we will unleash such terrible vengeance, that generations yet unborn will cry out in anguish!"
Armies of Transhuman Soldiers and machines of war march through vast portals - men and women laughing and crying in joy watching these vast armies in their march of collaboration for the benefactors.
"For years we have suffered unbearable hardships, punished by our malcontents to die from disease and famine. They scarred us, they weakened us. But That Time Has Passed!"
Memorials stand within the cities, thousands of names and numbers are listed. "Heroes of the City-17 Defence", "Saviours of City-8", "City-01: Bastion Against The Disease".
"For years we worked away on empty stomachs, slowly rebuilding our strength, our pride, and our nation! But That Time Has Passed!"
Workers develop the structures of walls of metal and might upon towering tripodal-creatures, their thundering steps shaking the walls of near buildings. A heartbeat of collaboration. Proof of promises met.
"Our forefathers embarked on the greatest exodus of all mankind. An exodus for freedom. An exodus for progress! The Combine became that freedom! Our new benefactors changed our bodies... Changed our world... At first, it weakened us... But in fact, we were growing... Stronger."
Transhuman soldiers fire upon swathes of the Necrotics, those cursed to suffer from the parasites latched to their skulls. This was their purpose: protecting the cities their forefathers had only dreamed of. The future Administrator-Breen had dreamed for!
"In the time you have given me, I have rebuilt our nation. I have rebuilt our strength. And I have rebuilt our pride! Our enemies at home have been re-educated. We have given them... New insights into our cause."
"Rebels"... Traitors... They are lined up on walls across the world, every city does not tolerate betrayal towards our species. Towards collaboration. Towards our benefactors. Bullets ring out across the cities as the disease of the traitors are... Cleansed.
"On this day, we stand united once more. On this day, those driven to divide us, will hear our voice! On this day, WE shall act as one! WE SHALL BE IGNORED NO MORE!"
Armies of transhuman soldiers march across Earth, no mercy is shown to the "rebels". No mercy is shown to the traitors of their species. Like a single being, they cleanse the lands of their treachery. The losses of loyalists and collaborator lives are paid with by the blood of their killers.
"We will smite the traitors from our lands! Though they spread through our lands like a cancer, never again will we bow before them. Never again will we endure their transgressions. Never again endure their treachery! We will strike without warning, and without mercy. Fighting as One Hand - One Heart - One Soul!"
"We will shatter their dreams, and haunt their nightmares! Drenching our ancestors' grave with their blood! And as our last breath tears at their lungs... As we rise again, from the ruins of our cities!"
"Defenders of the Combine Dream. NOW. IS. OUR. TIME!"
A banner is spread across every city, every outpost, every army... The only true path towards peace and progress...
The Combine.
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