I see you've joined the combine! What do you think so far?
They got wires runnin’ to each man and units planted in our heads. There’s magnets planted in the floor so we can’t walk no way but what they want. We got stone brains, cast-iron guts, and copper where they took away our nerves. We got cog-wheels in our bellies and a welded grin. And every time they throw a switch it turn us on or off. They got a network clear across the land—factories, like this, for fixin’ up mistakes they made outside. The Combine, Papa. Big, big, big. Oh yes there is too such a thing! They got me way back ago, the way they got you.