13B began trying to get a reaction from the dormant machines standing in line for answers but they simply stood there. "[u]poor able[/u]" One said. The others began chanting the words repeatedly for some time before going silent for a few seconds. "[u]run[/u]" They began repeating as they fleed as fast as their clunky frames would allow them to. The person walked out from the shadows and stared at his guest. "[i]we have no place to call home. We were simply brought into this world. No cause, nothing but the will to carve ourselves out a part in this land. I believe a country in the north west called it manifest destiny[/i]"