"If it's our home, though, why not just erase our memories of previous homes? Why make sure we know? They want us to fight back." Party's paranoia is on a role, especially now that he has someone to bounce off on. Good job, Glitch. "Dr. D says the best offense is to hunker down and get off the grid. I always thought it was stupid--and I'm not about to lay low--but what if we try to get to know 'em more?"

He holds up his hands, and there's panic in his eyes.

"Not kumbiyah levels, just.. maybe understand what we're doing to make the fuzzy exxie bastards go all glitch-y on us. Not Glitch, but glitch, if you follow my jive." Did that even make sense?

"There's gotta be others. Can't all be automatons. Shit, Glitch, even people in Battery City wake up and realize what's goin'. So we get to them. Start a revolution, a freedom fight, a gunfight in a restaurant. Pull the pin, let the world explode."

Good job. He's ranting now.