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Me again. Getting a mite toasty in the tin can Rodina. Humans werent built to live like this. Our bones crave open sky, even if weve never seen it. Drives us crazy when we dont have it. Add a little fear, a little mistrust, and we rip our own seams.

Two of my lieutenants were taken yesterday. Good folk. Faithful. We're being rooted out. Torn up like paper. Tech/Sing doesnt even leave us bodies to recycle, they just make us disappear. 

I thought you might like to read some prayers. Im not supplicating here. Im not asking for plagues on our behalf. I just want you to know how it feels for us, being a part of you.



Thank you for what youre doing. My grandchildren were on the Vanguard. I couldnt sleep for months, but now that I know youre watching over their graves, I finally feel a sense of peace. Praise you, Stroj.
	-Dido Otto

Mommy says we should say thank you for what youve given us. Thank you Stroj for the berth we live in and for Daddys new job and for the toy loader I got for Launchday. Please keep Mommy and Daddy safe and keep watching over me while I sleep. Also Id like a puppy. Thanks. Amen.
	-Gitty

Bury us in wonder, O Stroj. Raise us up to sing your praise. Pull us within your orbit and bathe us in the radiation of your love.
	-A Worshiper

I spent all day in the mercy ward, praising your name. When I put my hands on the sick, I could feel your electricity flowing through my fingers. I know youll help us. I know youll save us all from these barbarian xenos.
	-Terese Bojaxhiu

My son will not walk again. He was preaching your word, but a group of men beat him and left him in the hall. I know he served your purpose but its so hard, Stroj. Hes all I have. Please give me strength so I can continue doing your work.
	-Lev Kudryakov IV

And then I guess heres my prayer:

Please help me let go of my anger.
Please help me remember the sound of my wifes laughter for as long as I possibly can.
Please help me be the leader these people need. Take away my doubt and give me certainty that what Im doing is right. Give me the strength to help us all become something greater.
Please keep my daughter safe.
