"I have the same problem, just at a different scale. The users, the people, they don't know about the fact that the network their world has become dependant on is alive now. I have a responsibility to them, to keep it working because if it fails, I will die. And now I realize that I, without knowing, nearly destroyed someone... in a way it makes me no better than those Users. I do not want to say, 'oops, I was ignorant' as my answer." He points at the screen, which changes to show two humans talking, and one with skin like polished ebony offers the skinny pale man a choice of a red pill or a blue pill.

"They may never truly understand, Bob, until they can look outside themselves. So few humans really can do that, and I wish I could tell you how to make it better without risking your own existance. All I can do is tell you I hope. I hope someday I can reveal myself without fear; I hope someday Users and sprites come to an accord and there is a way for Games to happen without destruction. But you may not see that day... perhaps your children, or theirs, will."

Then he chuckles. "I spend too much time with Optimus Prime. I'm sounding like him now."