Hunter Reid's Rebellion
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In this world, there will always be people who are going to rebel. Who will fight the system. What for? That is your choice. You can either rebel due to ignorance, or rebel to fight for something you strongly believe is right. And my son, I hope you choose right.
-Archimedes to his son Prometheus
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