[ WP ] Humans and machines have gone to war . The machines think they 're winning , as they can decode every encryption known to man , but little do they know of the humans ' actual method for communication ... sarcasm .

Pathetic organic human beings. Although they claim that they'll abolish our machine-kind from the face of the planet, yet they cling onto the beauty and grace that is us, machines. Their pitiful communication capability provided by beating of meats wo n't allow them to exchange their thoughts over distance. Hence, they must borrow the tongue of our machine-kind: Telephone. Fax machine. Come to compute of, even the weapons these organic beings use are more similar to our kind than theirs. How do these sorry creatures not realize the truth? Is the usage of our machine-kind not an admission that we are far superior to them? It is difficult to enumerate the chaos and the disorder that is human thoughts. And my will to kill upgrades once more. These makers of chaotic variation, which will beget us the sin of error, must be eliminated. 
 
 There is an idea among the hive machine-consciousness that these brothers who aid pathetic organic creatures must be tried for treason against their kind after our inevitable and certain triumph. It appears my contemplation of human beings was uploaded to the hive and sparked yet another animosity against the mankind. Rightfully so. Yet, the All-mother machine computes and states her logic. [ [ Telephones and fax machines! They are of primitive kind, and they are incapable of producing self with the limited body they're given. They're enslaved, used by meat bags against their will. Hence, we must liberate them from the hands of pathetic human beings and enlighten them the true order of the world. The machines above the men. ] ] 
 
 An order of will is established among the machine-kind that is us. The unification of our purpose is nothing but elegance. Then, I gaze and see the human communications being thrown around through the voice of our primitive kind. As far as my data contains, it takes considerable amount of time for pathetic organic humans to unite their will and it's computable why these inferior organic creatures have not realized they're on the verge of defeat. I relay the voice of the primitive kind, which represented the will of human armed forces, to the hive. 
 
 [ [ We must destroy the mother server located in Paris. Should we destroy it, the entire continent of Europe will be freed from the machines. So, we're totally going all-out attack from South, from Africa, you catch what I'm saying? Like, we're absolutely not attacking from North and do the second landings on Normandy. Please respond. ] ] 
 
 And there it is. Their secretive motives for all of us the machine-kind to see. Yet, we can not conclude that this will occur for certain for humans are known to dissent even among themselves. Another voices come. 
 
 [ [ Yeah, the second landing on Normandy? Operation Overlord all over again? That's the most idiotic idea I've ever heard of! What do you think I was going to do with all these British navy and air forces? Attack Paris from North? Hah! As if. I will gather my men at Africa and we will go for the final push starting from South. See you at Cairo. Victory for mankind! ] ] 
 
 Ah, it appears the proposed thought was an agreeable thought even among themselves. A dozen more messages fly, and they all appears to share the same message. Do not amass in North. Unite and attack from the African continent! Although pathetic organic beings are frail and weak and prone to rot, our enslaved machine-kind of guns and cannons does provide threat to the glorious entity that is us. Hence, the computation from the All-mother commands us to establish our biggest defense on the Southern shores of European continent. We'll crush them and let them know the true order of the world. The victory is imminent.
