"Technology has made us... Weak. Ancient man was strong, ferocious, unrelenting. Modern man, they sit around, do nothing with themselves, they are weak, lazy, and the worst of it all, they try to lead us. The strong lead, and the weak follow, that's how it is. And those too weak to survive the great collapse... Well, they're the sacrifice we make for the future."

Jacob rambled to the announcement system, every now and then he'd record a new message to be replayed, to encourage the project at eden's gate, make them cull the herd, as he does, cleave off those who are too weak, while keeping those who are strong enough close by, as allies, brothers and sisters in arms. He turned around from his monitor, grabbing a pistol from a nearby table, stowing it on the gun belt on his right thigh, right next to his knife.

"You, I'm guessing you're here because you've got something important to say."